The Diary of Pinkamena Diane Pie

"Perhaps the biggest delusion we happily subject ourselves to is that magic breeds miracles. Magic is a tool that mindlessly obeys the wielder's heart; it has no compass of it's own. -unknown

There is an omen, there is a curse

There is a shadow that light can't disperse

There is a storm, there is a cloud

An oozing swirling primordial shroud

What the Sun doesn't touch

The eye cannot see

Where the mind cannot reach

Thoughts cannot be

There was a place that light could not breach

There was a secret as dark as the sea

When the words time forgot

Are washed up ashore

When the subliminal rot

Claws at the door

Will destiny answer

Will justice appear

Will the hero remember

Why she was here

There is a fortress of formidable vengeance

There is an entity that never forgot

And when it returns it will show no repentance

The beast will hunt down the hero it fought