The darkest of shadows is silent.
His hands are clasped together against the night.
Through vacant tunnels thieves of the worm
change the flies and proclaim the apprentice is dead.
He has sown himself into the earth.
He has lost the night, shaken & stirred by what is left or leaving
daylight stutters and stagnates in the mire.
Emperor or underling you are confounded by the dialects of darkness.