A Vakok Csarnoka
Book of the Blind
“I can see what you see not.
Vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone,
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be,
Shadows move where light should be.
Out of darkness, out of mind,
Cast down into the Halls of the Blind.”
“Darkness shrouds the hidden.
Eyes glowing unseen with only
the sound of razor claws briefly
scraping to torment those poor souls
who have been made sightless for all eternity.
The prison for those damned is named
The Halls of the Blind“