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It was done

The sky clear, ground drenching

In drowned and bloodied banshees

The sun set and would never rise

Far off the horizon

Illuminates the sky

The image of death

Beacons of life

A message and a sign

Drawing

the wanderers in

Autumn lights

A journey thus continued

Still the sun refused to rise

Held down by the angered Death

God of the end times

And demise

Heart of the new world

Cloak of the new sky

Senses of the black soul

The lights change and shift

But the Shadow does not notice

They are blinded, captivated

Agathus leads them on

Entering woods

And leaving familiar land

Their only guide is their hope

Finally the source appears

At the edge of the wood

Lights from a cathedral

Illuminates the sky

One of the Shadow pauses

A sudden doubt in his mind

The others persist

And Agathus leads them inside