Had a short poetry session with the artist behind most of my cover art, thought it was pretty fun…

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Me: Cresent light shine upon me

Your way-ford light a reminder,

of times ahead

Your command the essence of my being

Tell me what needs to be done and I shall perform

Oh, crescent light,

Of darkness

And mischief

 

Him: Go where you see fit

Until you can’t see no more.

At the edge of the abyss

Where you’ll await my guide.

There we shall converse again and move forward

until that time the journey is sole yours.

 

Me: You speak of grander things

Chris the Cold

Of a time when the Dark Lord’s madness,

Were planned to unfold

But I have wandered between madness and the abyss

And I see no light and the end of the tunnel

Of guidance through the apocalypse

Don’t fool yourself with glory of a bygone past

We will never talk again

Unless you give up your soul,

As the master planned.