Eidolon's Dilemma

Wraiths of darkness surround, taunting, waiting,

Beckoning with their aura, to bestow their dark gift.

Consume or Be Consumed, the choices they offer,

Power, Hubris, names of their abyss.

Curse of their mark, imprinted on my self,

I walk the dark path.

Ghouls, demons become my slaves,

Waiting for a weak moment, to engorge my light.

Will I succumb, or Will I bring forth?

The will to survive, the might of this dark?

For this burden shall one day yield,

The strength to fight, the courage to die.