Into darkness will I fade,
Into a night that Man has made,
But through that gloom shall gleam the Sun
When I am lost, and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In New Lands across the sea;
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest,
Yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach
How the Sunken is raised
And Emptiness is filled
And a wandering heart
Can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone!
Mark it well with a sign,
That the one who shall follow
Shall see it is mine,
And, seeing, shall ponder
and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ:
"As Above, so Below."
And I shall guard the Source of Greatness:
Waiting by a teardrop
From neither joy nor sorrow born,
In silver bound, beneath the ground --
I am the Spiral Horn.
-- De Historia et Veritate Unicornis
