(A note is written in impeccable handwriting, it is labeled as a response to: "He'll Devour the Moon" by Sae'rid. It is pinned to both the trees at the Mist Camp and on the outskirts of Vallaki)
What he believes to be within his claws
could not be further from his grasp.
Words slithering from forked tongue,
reflect a spitting poisonous asp.
You covet that which is not yours
and relish what you cannot hold,
continue clinging to your paltry conviction;
you'll be left with naught but fool's gold.
Your gaping maw won't ever taste
the perfect light of the silver sphere,
for adoration will never sprout
from planting seeds of fear.
~ The Knight of Passion
