And the mind and soul meet in the middle, at those dark times.
Off balance, one perceives a place that can only be unknown.

An inner world of mists, cold and void—
yet honor abounds.
A ruse, a demon, a Warrior’s Spirit?

Never seen, that terrible shade, a silent echo—
from inside speaking in silence.
Faint whispers, hidden, a strange understanding.

Clearer now—
manifesting through dreams of the day,
and horrid images of desires—in the night.

You hear the ancient calls;
finding yourself closer to the unknown.
Standing amidst this forest—this abyss.

It draws you in: silent speech, whispered bidding,
pulling you deeper into the dark.
A terrible voyage into the unknown.

The forest calls—
you have no choice but to hear the summons of ancient warriors,
ghostly shapes dragging you into the depths,
once more to never see light again.

Gone in shadow—never seen again.