_Into the shadows,
A creature did sneak,
Always obeying his orders,
No back talk she'd speak.
With parchments being shredded,
And various leathers burned,
A poem is erased,
Save the memory that learned.
One of the parchments,
Packed neatly away,
Into her pack,
The poem did stay.
Speaking of truths,
As the light came to shine,
To her brethren she did preach,
About the end of their time._