The End

93, tout la nuit

The dark is coming, nay it is here.

The demon reborn, immaculate conception.
Can you see ? Do you care ? Do you fear ?
Can you stare into your reflection ?

Black mirrors are your undoing,

they reflect the other side.
There is a wake of fear in my going,
fear not, in the dark you can confide.

The prophetess, she is not here.

She has fled the scene, exit curtain left.
She could not restrain me, too much fear.
Without him, nothing is left.

93, 93/93
Frater Balaam, Orias ?