"What lies beyond we cannot know
Do rivers run? Do candles burn?
If empty is the land below
What peace is there for us to earn?
When questions asked give no reply
Forsaken, yet the winds retain,
Yet we with deafened ears deny
That naught but anguish can remain.
So into darkness I must go
That from which none can yet return,
Yet speak not harshly of me, darling
Lest my wrath you forthwith learn.
In silence there is no abatement
In blindness no release but death,
When curses are the owner's final breath.
To ye who wish upon others suffering with malice,
When the darkness comes for you,
And your soul begins to unravel
And your final breath is drawn
And you see the void before you
Craft (composition) DC12: A harrowing piece, its symbolism is present not just in the words but in the very structure of the writing: it starts off in a regularized meter and in rhyme, but as it continues it begins to lose structure, first changing to a more alternating rhyme, then losing its strict meter, then decaying into no rhyme at all, then finally withering away into a few short utterances at the end.