When earth is sundered, and skies choked
black,
And sleepers serve the seven curses
To the hearth there comes a stranger,
Journeyed far ‘neath moon and star.
Though stark-born to sire uncertain,
His aspect marks his certain fate.
Wicked stalk him, righteous curse him.
Prophets speak, but all deny.
Many trials make manifest
The stranger’s fate, the curses’
bane.
Many touchstones try the stranger.
Many fall, but one remains.
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