-Just a quick poem inspired by destiny- My friend My guide My sanity The halls were once inviting Colorful banners with ornate writing Now they reek with rot I stumble here In these caves These grime filled graves As stench filled waves Assault my senses… I feel it The madness lurking Ever searching For the one sane place That I myself cannot find Of madness I speak Yet I only feel sadness For the friends we’ve lost My ghost is no more We need the door There must be a way! I search and pray for the light of day But I know I will find it not. I am filled with sadness And a slowly creeping madness I hear them screeching Searching, scrounging, scraping These bleeding walls with blood drenched fingers I cannot linger I must be gone But again, perhaps my mind is there I fear the madness, but should i? They cannot see me They cannot hear me These are now my halls My blood covered walls Not with banners or cheerful manners But clawing, scratching, retching. The madness.. It’s catching “Madness did you say?” “Don’t you mean darkness?” I weep for I already know The madness is here It has been four years. I have no more tears Only vengeance! Ever growing My inner fire The darkness mires But my desire grows higher! It strains against the weight of this place This ghostly race This tortured face I whimper in fear For all the years that I’ve been here Am I one now. Is this what it takes? I hear a name… Oryx Perhaps he will come Perhaps he will anoint me queen of darkness For I know now Never will I be free of this place. It is a part of me now My friend My light I feel you slipping away But that is ok. For it is replaced with darkness Or better yet madness -Eris Morn