In a place forsaken

By winds of time,

Forgotten is the dreamer

Where words of silver

fly.

I walk the pale, shadowed halls,

In vengeful specters' wake,

Where a soul's bright spark

Dims from wounds

immortal.

'Ware the gathering dark,

In the blood-red room

His waning light enthralls!

Entraps my death-seeker's

eyes.

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"The Blood-Red Room"
Aravis Brightspell