If ye wouldst go to any length,
For to topple the Tyrant’s strength;
Seek ye the ancient Keeper’s blade,
World Breaker, for mutual aid.
Amongst the stars a trail lies,
That only Wayfarer’s Talent espies.
To learn that which ye needs must know,
Upon the quest these three must go:
Last Walker; ye must learn to fly,
Upon the paths behind the sky.
Bound maiden; ye must surely go,
A defence against the secret foe.
To weather the approaching gale;
Silvery Captain, ye too must sail.
Afore the ancient Dark ye face,
Its root and seed ye needs must trace.
On the ancient Makers’ world,
Find ye battle-flags unfurled.
'Twere best to avoid the fray
So let beauty have its say
Ye will find rife the battle’s din,
Amongst the distant feline-kin.
There Cosmos-render must ye seek,
In the Temple of Justice, justice wreak.
New darkness ye must needs accost,
Amongst the scions of the lost.
At trial, a weapon ye must found,
Within which a spirit, freely bound.
Beware the shadows of your past,
Lest their darkness bind you fast.
Spread wide wings and freely roam,
Before leading Makers’ children home.
In : Novel