here they lay within our arms. caressing this darkest purge. honing the darkness
pure, bleeding the nether free... under an
earthen stone, she of cloak and crown, she of blackened steel...blessed be unto

her. her soul, the naked blade; the color of
darkest lochs. her temperance, the hilt forged from silver winters. time is but
a breath. age thus comes and goes. a pitiful

mortal coil; you and yours, mortal man. embrace her immortality. the nether
three, nocturne sisters. they are the sentient
circle, the meeting point to the end.