When the spiders come
Peeking from the smears on the wall
And the fog menaces ever closer
Inch by sinister inch

Strike the flint
And kindle the flame
Keep the darkness at bay
Stand your ground.

Hold fast
Lest the slick spill over
And bid the June Storm's return
To drench the stoked fire.

Stay in the light
Seek refuge

Before the tide catches you
And drags you into the deep
Before the spiders swarm you
And sink their venom into you.

Seek sanctuary
In the Patriarch's drawing room
Abide and rest to
Face the encroaching shadow.

Buttress your soul with peace
Fortify your spirit with tranquility
And arm yourself with assurance
All taken from the Patriarch's armory.

Fling yourself
Into the purifying light
Of a hundred suns
Before the darkness envelopes you.