The Endless Spiral presses ever on
And though the world sees nothing that I see
When my Great Lady's noble work is done
Corruption will have set the whole world free

From rules imposed by laws and swords and walls.
Her powers bind the gods' own essence fast,
And mortals will succumb in Her dark halls
When their Corruption brings them thence to rest.

Speak not, oh mortal voices, with pretense
Of knowing what Corruption truly holds -
Just as the Celestine's designs are solely His
And hidden, thus my Lady's role unfolds.

What to you Chakrasul may seem to break
Corruption builds anew when you don't look.


For my Dark Mother and my guide.

- Eradari

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Khepary, in the year 112 MA.