In a place forsaken
By winds of time,
Forgotten is the dreamer
Where words of silver
fly.
I walk the pale, shadowed halls,
In vengeful specters' wake,
Where a soul's bright spark
Dims from wounds
immortal.
'Ware the gathering dark,
In the blood-red room
His waning light enthralls!
Entraps my death-seeker's
eyes.
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"The Blood-Red Room"
Aravis Brightspell
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The Gathering Dark
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