For There Is No Defense For A

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.