Children of the night,
your best-kept secrets
sowed seeds in the dark:
their forbidden fruits, these shadows of doubt.
Buried in the mountain deep,
the Seer's door is kept
by one who has seen behind your veil.
War has many names,
wears many faces:
the price of peace,
a holy crusade,
justice.
I know it only as a thief,
bent on turning the noblest hearts
toward destruction.
— a poem by Éoran Karanor
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