Do you know of the stories told? Passed down by those before us. Few believe that the truth holds, And deem the tales but hollow lies. Hooded figures who embrace the shadows— Some say they rule the night. They live amongst us all, Yet in this realm, they do not belong. They weave their will through courts and crowns, And drink from thrones unseen. None may pierce the truth Of what lies beyond the veils. What I hold is but a portion Of a river that runs deep. Should they prove reliable, I fear we've drunk the cup of forfeit.