Let the Ruler speak!
and there was a silence
in which, like the explosion of the Storm,
the voice of my Father resounded:
`From black Hearts Poison will stream out,
from extinguished Eyes Belladonna will grow,
from parched Mouth Snake will sneak,
from deaf Ears Rooks will fly.`
`Ancient Secrets are revealed to you,
they are stupefying and pitch-black,
so depart now to your Worlds
and create the new Youth of Magic!`
`Go and create!`
My Father finished. From the throats of other Magi and Warlocks I heard the
accordant: `Go and Create!` Everything was devoured by Darkness and me,
Equirhodont, was left alone. Since that time I have never seen my Father
again or anybody of the Counsellors. But it is always this way.