GREYING, BLEEDING, FRAYING, FAILING. SLIGHTLY COLDER, GROWING DARKER, ONLY I CAN SEE. THE EARTH, IT INCHES FARTHER FROM THE SUN INTO THE SEA. THE DARK STABS UP IN DAGGERS SLASHING DEEP AGAINST THE LIGHT; THE DAY CHAINED ON ITS KNEES PRESENTS ITS SWORD, TRIUMPHANT NIGHT. I AM NOW THE SUM OF ALL THE DEMONS THAT INFEST; A CANCER OF MY OWN CONSTRUCT AND BUILT IN SELF DEFENSE. NO MOON, NO STARS. BLACKED AND RIPPED OUT FROM THE SKY. NO DAWN, NO DAY. FLY THE BANNER OF TRUE NIGHT. GREYING, BLEEDING, FRAYING, FAILING, ROTTING, FADING, DROWNING... I CAN FEEL THE SUBTLE CHILL IN THE BREEZE THAT RUSHES BY, THE ONLY LIGHT THAT TOUCHES A DYING SUN LOST TO LIFE. I CAN HEAR THE DIMMING OF THE SOUND OF RAMPANT LIFE AS
I CRAWL ON THROUGH THE ASHES TOWARDS THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.