In The Darkness of the Old Realm Night

The Silver of the Old Realm Moons

The cold chill of the Old Realm night

Moving swiftly through the shadows, through the darkness taking flight

Fangs are bared in the swoop below

Sword deftly blocking each enemies blow

Its lover's touch they all must know

All who come fall as those before

Blade and fang both drip with gore

The target lays waiting to be reaped, like so many bundles of straw

Beyond the palace door

The Citadel lies up ahead…