In shadowed halls of wilderness,
where whispers kiss the liminal,
journey beckons, one must bless
the hushed call of ritual.
Enter therein the passage.
Fingertips trace stones cold,
mapping veins through misted time,
thus the novice becomes the bold,
lines verse-seamed in rhythm's rhyme.
Seek the shadow verses.
Step soft through skin of dusk,
charred candles mark every tree.
From cloak of night, memories trust
runs niente astral key.
Unveil ancient candor.
Circles scribed in ground black:
each footfall an indent plain.
Paths meet, diverge, cleave cracks—
initiation echoes this refrain:
Walk the narrowing beams.
From bark to bark, hands extended,
sense the web of alchemic lanes.
In veiled embrace, tether mended,
rise true the tusken chains.
Reforge bonds unseen.