Mother of the Forest
Arakhne Kaira Sreiyr
In the millions of lifetimes lived In eyes I've made out of glass Lives a night that cannot end Where brightness cannot last. The night that is a part of me - It burns within my soul; It takes the wounds from which I heal And devastates the toll. But happily comes a death of dark For it is warm and safe It is the birth of a sunless day It is the death of an age. Enemies raised above the breeze I see them as I fall The wind is cold, my eyes grow dark The night-filled eyes will call. Thus is the heart of the darkest For freedom, justice, beliefs Are not just a curse to end the ill But night-filled eyes of peace. - Black of the Mage by Arakhne Sreiyr












