The Fool 0. The FoolOh! Simple fool, how I long to dance,with the spirits of chaos.The folly of the unexpected, yet so ripewith the innocence of a child.Never a thought to the endless abyssfrom which you were spawned.Blissfully ignorantof your true nature.Skipping along the recesses of evil,a sense of danger unpresent in your mind.Unaware of the creatures peering throughheavy-lidded eyes of the most execrable red.The daemons of aeons flittingon the outskirts of your senses.They surround you,like a thick wall of blackest ichor.The child-like innocence usurped,by a dawning comprehension.Your folly gives way,unrave