The Night

[Mikain]

I will declare, that on this day, the doom of all be decided.
Do not debate idly whether you are being duped while demons be cast down unto your very doormat.

We are living in darkness, a state of dementia.
Dire is the hour, when expressions are most dour.

Stormwind be destoyed at the dawning hand of its own disorderliness.
A degenerate people dispatched by their own depravity.

And while the doomed still live dissolute yet unaware,
I stand in the downpour of coming dispair.

Overly Dramatic? Doubtful. Distrust me if you will.
This descent is disturbing, and I will delay it if I can.

~ D