Journal entry XXX/VIII/MDCCC 

Dear Friend,

The path you have chosen is a dangerous one. Yet those brave enough to swim through the waters of the night will surely find the realm of the Blessed. I have cracked my only compass.. and cannot seem to find the North star this night. The sky has turned black, I must seek shelter before the wolves wake from their sleep. Carved in a tree I found these words, some of the letters appear different from the others. Can you solve the riddle? 

there's a man with a dark smile
and a Cloak made Of Moonlight
Pointing into the oceAn
treaSure liveS where the light dies