Note: This poem is inspired by certain dreams, signs and omens that I have seen in my culture and my life. Only the true few will understand.

"The Light of Thuban"

Black, the color of his scales.

Sharper than flint, cutter of shales,

Muscles with the strength to destroy the demuirge,

Putting the leviathan upon his own verge.

The North Pole calling true,

And only those with the Mark of Cain knew

To go to the crossroads, with a blade by your side

To kill your brother Abel, that night he had died.

Children of exile, that is who we are,

We walk in black robes and we are always so far

Away from humanity and away from the All Maker,

We betray the world, the one true life taker.

Black, the color of his scales.

Shed the blood and hang the nails.

Nowl and cowl wears the seeker,

Blood oath and death knell sounds out from the speaker.

The speaker bathed in the light of nothingness

And dressed in the light of Thuban.