Vengeance
So simple
So profound
Dark, Evil, Cold

Creation
So beautiful
So inspiring
Light, Good, Warm

Confusion
So dizzying
So perplexing
Gray, Odd, Unknown

The world spins about, twirling colours colliding
For truth I do seek, and yet hooded, hiding
Through the thick mist, my eyes cannot see
It coats all, forest floors, tops of trees

For Creation seeks Vengeance, it does appear
Does that make Good to Evil? My hope sincere
That it is not the case, my voice I would raise high.
Hell is said to be paved with good gone awry

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 646 AF.