The Shadow of Tsabrak
Title: The Shadow of Tsabrak
Author: Tsabrak (prime)
Beneath the moons where shadows burn,
A voice of ash took shape in flame,
Through veils of night, he would return,
To carve the dark with whispered name.
The runes obeyed his secret art,
They bent like reeds before his will,
Yet deeper still, within his heart,
An oath unspoken lingered still.
He walked where lesser dreamers drowned,
Through cairns of gods and graves of men,
And every echo that he found
He bound in chains of ink and pen.
The lightning feared his woven hand,
The sea grew mute beneath his eyes,
And even death, at his command,
Would halt before its destined rise.
For some call him the Serpent’s heir,
And some, the Keeper of the Glass,
Yet all who faced his baleful stare
Felt time itself refuse to pass.
Not demon, god, nor mortal born,
But breaker of the hidden Gate,
He sowed his wrath in oath and thorn,
And made the stars remember fate.
So sing his name, though low and hushed,
Lest silence turn the tongue to stone—
For where the blackened roses crushed,
Tsabrak still claims the night his own.