The Dark Days of Learning

Once again the foul spirits besiege us with their tempestuous whirlwinds and cries like banshees out of hell. Sweet honey does not satiate their wild thirsts, neither does the bitter sting of punishment. Reason is beyond their grasp. insanity is their closest friend. We listen to their siren song and allow it to drag us to the rocks of our doom. May the wisdom of the Ancient One pierce the soul of the troublemaker and save us from their hands.