The Poem Entitled "The Book of Shadows".

Now as you come to journey's end, Please accept this gift Dear Friend,

This Book of Shadows, A small token, Words of thanks softly spoken,

For playing through our little story, And taking Mike to his Dark Glory,

And so to you we do present, Works of art, Words of Intent,

To give credit where it is due, To those who brought this tale for you,

But before you go, please think again, This game is NOT the world of men -

True horror lies outside your door, In torture, murder, rape and war,

Outside, the horror will persist, For Shadowmen do not exist,

And killers too are not so slick, Just sad, pathetic, weak and sick,

But thanks to you again Dear Friend, This tale of Shadowman must end,

Perhaps one day we will meet once more, When comes Asmodeus' dark spoor.