The Black Moon
Witness is turn of stones disturbing the element beyond fourth, this the electricity in my eyes to smile you and dazzle, these are teh winters, these are teh summers, a century to reconquestation of Mars, you promised us a new planet, Caesar of Nightbringers.
You are lossless and misgiving the arrangement. You cannot bargain with the Tal'Shiar, we have come to bring you Reman occupation, when the Rihannsu break to cast us out like plague or peasentry, you will commit to the Transdimensionality.
We are Reman, the Romulan foundation are spies.
I am the Willowbrush Shadow, these dances are for me, these are telling types aren't they, he's got shadows of shadows and this cretinage of personage that only we could, well if telling, storyteller mode is pursed by Norns, there is interpretation, song of the celestial moonlight - in portraits of Orion and Sirius, dans les tableaux de trophées, look thereon forests are oceans, look thereof and thereby, for the oceans are potions.
I am a shadow of my former self.
Continue to this lamp with the Shadowmancer Willow Brosse Du Saule. Castles will melt becoming tombstones beneath the Black Moon, wicked born illusions are the faces in Shadowgrasp, these wake the sound to the souls of our Natural Universe, for he is the last to die, the Ancient One, whose grasp is of lense as much lunges paralyzed when Shadowmind becomes Shadowmental, in the Acolyte it begins again upbraided by utmost, constellations are the paintings on the floor.
Believe I am the Black Moon surrounded by sound of shadow, illusion is not mystery in the sprawling of the Darkrise, for names antiquated by committing rote wrote in the darknesses past, Shaytan puts for you the times before the digital currencies and interdimensional books, is now test Nortus Novembrius at cease of will.
Bargain with the Black Moon and without any doors, more time upon you.
Please the temple of the Black Moon Heirarchy, for it is recorded. Light fires in the pillar beacons, witness the growth on the stone of the Dark Court, planted handheld eyes the Realmscape.
Look onto the ground, surely there are bodies made of oil, the wisps of oil smoke to distract you, the moon clearly in your eyes, surely I am the Black Moon, come to witness a great mind in reading another of your tales and Stormspell consumes the presence of the living and daylight world, essences are there, dalliances irreplaceable to spell the knightborns this return, ages of darkness to learn sitting in the silence of this aboding night, surely more is the Afterlight.
The taunt is a blink of the night most careful seen.
Respawn o Othernight, respawn o Otherlight, Otherworld respawn o Othersight.
