This morning as light yet later dawned with fearful tone I told unto my woman that with each new day the time of light grows ever shorter and that the time of the light is being eaten by the time of the darkness and that I feared that there might ere long be nothing that remained but eternal night with the light forever fleeing and forsaking our darkening world and all growing cold and silent as it surely had been before the light at the time of the first beginning. My woman answered unto me that the old ones had foretold that ere many days to yet come had been swallowed by the night that the days of lengthening light would return and that the crops would again grow and new lambs be born and the summer come as such has been and become in past seasons of lengthening darkness where fears had fled unfulfilled with the coming again of the spring and of the increase of the hours and days of the warming light. Yet know I that unto this season mayhap another end will follow as all of our sacrifices and pieties and prayers have of my speaking failed at drawing forth one further moment of precious light as darkness deepens despite our plaintively presented pleas and protestations and promises and the darkness shall verily and soon devour forever the light and forever overwhelm and overcome us all.

If by some miraculous magical force as yet unseen my woman speaks rightly and our destiny of darkness may be once again deferred then sayeth the word of

Edwin