The Veiled One

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He approaches the sheep

And casts his spell

Their souls he reap

And fears as well

Gone be the sheep

And gone be the faith

No more to reap

No more to chase

The elders call him the false god. He who was made to be worshipped. Sculpted by the hands that pray to him. Created to be better, but designed to be worse. Made to replace the old, but was replaced himself.

The eldors warn us not to seek him, for he seeks the seeking. He wanders through the realms in search of a flock to tend, but becomes the wolf that devours instead.