I saw the constellation of the spider... One thousand sparkling stars. I felt the darkness sink upon me, into me... As a cloud of everlasting sleep.
In the east, where the not-living, wandering grey shapes are... Those who hate life, and sucks the life and sould out of every living mortal... There
Here standeth I. Mighty and unbreakable. My shadow is the darkness, of this land. All folk fear me... My windows are few... Shining with the power, of
Aah... How beautifully old you are... Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the tower rose, when the dust and stone rested heavy upon you... No sound
Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground. I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound... A village old, pillaged and raped, houses rotten or burnt