Darkness pays Orr a visit.

With billowing robes of blackened silk,

She beckons us, arms outstretched.

I see my brothers walk forward, greet her as a friend.

So many fold themselves into her embrace.

And even over their cries, and the roars of the beasts.

I hear Darkness call to me with a promise.

But I close myself. I will not join her yet.

Another call is more beautiful.

And I will chase it back to you