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At Crater’s edge I stood

As fortune foretold of a cosmic hood

A comet of chaos, pure evil and good

Adorned with the stars from which he came

Outlandish, his movements defied logic and space

In a moment, upon me, disguised by cosmic embrace

Bolts of black pain, coursing through my veins,

Rending my grip from his clandestine fate

Collecting my strength

Wanes, my foe’s cloaked

Face, enigma displacing

The fabric of my plane

As crater’s edge gave way

A foothold of fortune amidst the fray

With dear Fourenia as my stay

Leverage and luck herald my escape

Victorious yet bloodied,

Bruised but unbroken,

The wailing sow laments the lamb

Tell me what’s happened?

The fortunes were true

Where are you going?

I’m taking the child

What have you done?

I’m taking the child your job is done

I’m taking the child your job is done

I’m taking the child your job is done