Litany of light
I bend the light, that thou might see
to keep unveiled truth away from thee.
Into the shades of perception I shall shine
to make thy hidden meaning mine.
The sharpest blade, of feral steel,
a metal line between false and real,
forged from the light of day and black of night
to put right to wrong and wrong to right.
No end is just
the end of wrong
or the beginning of right.
No end is just.