If good is bright, if evil is gloom, high evil walls the world entombs. Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall. D arkness devours every shining day. Darkness demands and always has its way. Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes. Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums. Belief requires no suspension to see that Hell is our invention. And in its flames our hope expires. Heaven, too, is merely our creation.