Prologue
Once the angel of light,
Now the father of darkness.
He casts his shadow over the land,
And transforms the hearts of men to
Stone.
The men treat their ribs unfairly
And the angel of vengeance steps
Closer.
The jester - a mystery to all
Who see him in his splendor.
He feeds on the blood of
The Evil,
Which sings bitter on that tongue
Of mine.
Will you not but hearken to my pitiful words?
I know he serves Evil,
But what other window gives me
A better view of him than those books.
I desire not what they try to feed
Me but I instead learn what
Teaches.
Shhh!
The light approaches and the knocking
Comes rapidly and I don't know
What to do and that taste seems so
Rare and no one helps me and the
Light looks beautiful.
I loved them but they had to go
And now I have no friends to love.
Will you not pull me out of the
Darkness?
And they returned different and
We left to the green pastures
Where the mazes of hedges and
Palaces stand.
But the Jester watched you and
Avenged my emotions.
Your skull - busted in with his
Radiant hands.
Oh, how I hate the sight of this
Blood!
Help me.
"Too late for that,"
The Jester chuckles.
"Too late."
Shhh!
Be still for a moment and
Listen intentively.
Shhh!