I love the Dark Brotherhood. And most of all, I love this door. I could listen to it breathe all day.
A black door lies in wait
In a scar underground
Like a festering wound
That is ours to create.
Your song gives me comfort.
Embrace me, mother.
I seek shelter in the darkness of your womb.
Inside your cradle, we are safe.
Your breath gives me purpose.
A kiss, sweet mother?
The hearts of your children beat in unison.
The rhythm is your breath.
Your pulse drives me forward.
Thank you, mother.
Your tenets are my sacred oath.
Your whispers are my just command.
Four fingers and a thumb.