In a calm and gentle satin black, sailed forward those within, deficient of soul upon a lightless vessel's unwavering track. Gorged with brightness ever-dimming sought for a compensational lack to slake a vacuity for an unresidual soul. No sustaining internal light resides in cruxes of vacant marrow cadavers; for those in choking whispers despairingly hailed as the Star Slayers and the Light Stabbers. Stealing brightness as stars shining subsides-- "Harken close all, and hear my words: Realize what stellar foreboding implies and do not slip quietly into the night Look towards the dusk's truncated form interred, For the Light-Eaters come within our sight!" With caverns deep in malcontent holes, encased in husks of misty night. "Be wary children as you sleep: the break of dawn, may not always wake with light for the Light-Eaters thirst is insatiatable and deep."