That primal taste in your mouth,
You see the words on the wall...

Your greatest work is done,
The ultimate fruit of your sweat is realized...

So serene is the blackened water,
Nobody would imagine what lied in its obsidian...

Two masks one may possess,
One over the face and the other over the soul...

As your editor, I swear to you I will be a voice...
This is the Parable of The Editor, and I will...

'Life is for the Daring' I'm told.
Really, I'd rather go on...