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Ocularian
That is not seen which can eternal spy,
For in strange aeons even sight may lie.
Searching through lore, ignoring my fear,
The candles flicker, in darkness so clear.
...
Many quills broken, many still to be used,
Quills to which both my old hands feel fused.
The shadows, they dance in corners of eye,
Within this cathedral, below surface and sky.
...
Just reading and writing, my courage is tested,
Within Tristram's cathedral, where Diablo was bested.
I fight back my weariness, I cannot sleep,
I don't want more nightmares, more reason to weep.
...
This world's time is short, it's living a lie,
Thus these scrolls I pour over, with unblinking eyes.
But just like my ink, my faith runs out,
For this world's beset from within and without.
...
The Horadrim's lore is of limited use,
Little of value there is to deduce.
And sadly, I fear this world's forthcoming doom,
As I search through this lore in the flickering gloom.
A/N
Perhaps apparent, but I'll clarify that the idea for this was taken from Blizzard's 2011 writing contest, where the first two lines of this were taken from. Decided to expand it and apply it to Cain.
