From deep dreams the ancient one awakes,

Its divine anger carelessly provoked,

Old fear and doubt aches,

A world called Seres, its fires stoked.

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On the longest, darkest night,

Courage has to shine as light.

Find the Graces and be forthright,

History is to rewrite.

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The vessel on display,

A bloody knife in the hand,

A sign leading the king on the way,

Even the god’s coup didn’t go as planned.

One counts time where it almost stands still,

One weighs riches high above.

One sees all that’s good and ill,

One is the gift of love.

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The end of the seven-pointed sun,

In the molten heart, where it all began.

Those who destroy and rearrange,

Can bring the long awaited change.

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In the darkness a pearl,

Holds many a secret and scheme,

A rite for the future to unfurl,

By those who live on the seam,

All, to continue the dream.