Hope you enjoy the piece.
Atop the volcano, I stare into the light
where the mists have crept over.
Though the dark stands defeated,
does it lie slain?
Hovering in the shadows,
witch breathes the night.
A click away from nightmare,
body encased black
with heart scattered forth in a storm;
she heralds Ragnarök within Fenrir's throat,
luring you to dive alone.
The lake flushes lamplight and cowers in its wake.
You fall.
Fail.
A slave.
Employ a messenger to defeat the night
where Hugin guards the door.
