The absence of brevity has these nations to fend for themselves; in an umbra that consumes light and leaves it no avail. Aphotic gargoyles spawn from the skies, disuading me from ever seeing to my residing place. Sadly I am allured by groteque faces and fading silhouettes of the dark corridors.
The macarbre images invoking subtle atrocity.
Such disgust I must say, above and beyond this haphazard display,
ther lurks a God who seems to be teaching a lesson, but is there any to measure why?
For that, I lay still seeking toward his will for guidance.