The temple looming
The Clan's focus is varied
The nighttime plays tricks

The noises booming
Interrupting darkness deep
Flailing 'round the mix

Our fear is blooming
With which we must fuel our might
All for our soul's sake

Forest entombing
Unless we control our wills
For tomorrow's wake

The mission zooming
Into the morrow's unknown
Restlessness grasps all

Massassi fuming
From the past of this great moon
Darkest pow'r doth fall

Wind blows and birds sing,
As I clench my lightsaber,
This feeling grows deep.

As I move slowly,
The feeling very profound,
It aches my core self.

I cannot move on,
I take a knee and assess,
I am quite hungry.

Manually added by Adept Elincia Rei

Manually added by Adept Elincia Rei

Manually added by Adept Elincia Rei