There are times in which the futility of it all becomes clear

When snow trudges one’s path and the stars ring false

Terrible truths once held at bay the exquisite lies now shackle your soul

When these times come you find yourself trotting Earth’s tenebrous fields

As you walk in the dark you find yourself with the forlorn

Fear not the Dark my friend

Converge together you forlorn and with your shackled legs and souls you stumble upon world’s end

A House tumored with black masses and trees arching towards the House comes into view

The Dark is a bizarre serene and wild Dark terrifying the mortal fibers

A choice is laid before your eyes

Seek the House as the Dark gnaws at you

Or forsake the future, mourn the past, and flagellate to the present