Placed before you now is a
path most dark......
Tread lightly...
and be fearful...
for no light shall help you...
find your way...

The Dark Kingdom of the Midnight Sun,
is what is seen as you gaze into the murky night.
The is sky red like blood,
and the clouds black, and brooding.

The baying of hounds rises within the thick
copses of trees, as the wind blows chill through
your hair, a shiver shooting down your spine.
The fear builds...
the heart beat quickens...
seems the shadows reach for you...
trying to bring you into the night...
... into The Shadow...

You look up suddenly, and see not to far,
A keep, dark, and ominous, the tower in ruins.
The baying grows...
and the night is filled with cruel,
hideous,
laughter...
seems the keep is only place to run...
Behind you, there is no slavation...
Before you...
there seems to be only...
...A Dark, frail, hope...


Dare You?