Ratovantany's Lair

In the cold, grey light of morning. In the flesh of the moss-covered stone. In the embers and ash of a fire's dying light. In the waves that surge and break upon the ragged stone. In the dew-spangled strands of the spiders' white web. In the gnarled and rotted roots of the sornieths forgotten trees. In the star-strewn skies of lonely eventide. In the grasping shadows of a darkening fog. In the empty echoes of never-ending night. They Linger.