Places that are dark bring fear for those who fail to understand its meaning but I don't, I love it, I live it and as long as I'm here it will be too. In the dark pits far from anyone I rest hear waiting and praying in a way that no one every disturb it but of cause where's the fun in that.
The rocks are falling and the time is running out for my wall it collapsing and light is breaking through. Any minute now I will be free and with my Children's call growing in front of me. They did this for me and in return I shall bring our darkness open the light above us and then the dark will be free and no one will ever fear it any longer.
My children break through and I see them coming closer with their skin rotten, their armour misshapen and broken and their swords jagged. They come to me. And we all know it's time to share our darkness and we will not stop until the world knows its beauty for there is nothing to fear but my children and our blight.