Prophecies
Two stars, unalike,
burned into varying depths.
Sightless and unseen,
darkened and unclean,
two stars, unalike.
Come undone and begin,
watch the dance of the bast nyx jin.
Never-maiden, crone,
a shifting to become strong,
even gods lie,
for the price of a song.
Come undone and begin,
fear the dance of the bast nyx jin.
Come, Godmaker,
come Priestess,
come heartmender, heartrender, heartmender, heartrender,
come Rift-soul,
come Chainbreaker,
come, Seedling,
come Knightsong.
Branch and root,
a heritage consumed,
an eternal brute:
a true past exhumed.
Come motherless,
come orphan,
come heir and grandchild.
Fill the space, so what is sown
is once again wild.
A thread, two needles,
a thousand masters of none.
Fortunes misplaced children:
come undone and become.
Twin stars, disavowed,
burned with varying scars.
Blind and unseeing,
enlightened and obscene,
two stars, bound.
Come undone and let it end,
watch the dance of the bast nyx jin.
Not-maiden and crone,
a shifting to become strong,
the first lie
found its heart in a song.
Come undone and let it end,
fear the dance of the bast nyx jin.
Come, Godbreaker,
come Whoremaker,
come Hearteater,
come, Swollen Vessel,
come Chainforger,
come, Treekiller,
come, Nightscream.
Branch and root,
may it be consumed,
an eternal truth:
brutality exhumed.
Come motherless,
come orphan,
come patricide and grandchild.
Fill the space, so what is sown
may be defiled.
Two threads, one needle,
masters of the thousand-and-one.
Fortunes well-placed children:
come undone.
Come undone.
When stars in the night sky falter, And the moon is lost to sight, Darkness shall spread its shadow, And the world will quiver in fright.
In the blackest hour, devoid of light, When all hope seems astray, From the ashes, a beacon shall ignite, Guiding the lost ones on their way.
When the Sun's child wears the cloak of night, And the rivers of time stand still, Meohmair's heart will beat once again, Resonating with a silent thrill.
The beacon's light will cleave the dark, And the lost moon will be found. With the dawn of a new era, Life will once more abound.
As the churning river of stars Flows through the tapestry of time, The End shall be as the Beginning, And what is ancient shall be reborn anew.
A circle broken, a line unending, The Spiral shall splinter and fragment. In the wreckage of time's eternal dance, A single Echo shall ring true.
In the quiet where the eternal river stills, And where the stars descend to kiss the earth, Meohmair's voice shall echo forth, Heralding the Unending Beginning.
Look to the one who walks the Spiral, They who bear the burden of time. In their hands, the fragments coalesce, And the Echo becomes a Roar.
"The Paradox will unite, and the whispers will become a symphony. The rifts in the soul shall merge, and the many shall become one.
Seven parts made whole, guided by the echoes of time. Through Was' unseen hand, they shape and mold, unraveling threads and weaving destiny.
Each fractured self harbors a secret, and from these secrets, the true form shall emerge. Shadows of the past, present, and future converge in the heart of the Amalgamatum, where all is seen and unseen.
The silent watchman stands at the crossroads of fate. The knight's song is a melody of valor, its notes the stepping stones on the path of prophecy.
The dreamer awakens, the lover seeks, the loner finds unity. The lost son recognizes his legacy, and the noble reconciles his dual nature.
From the chaotic dance of chance and fate, a pattern emerges. The prophecy embodied in bodies, the dance spirals onward and inward.
In the echoes of time, the silent voice of Meohmair whispers. Listen, children of destiny, for in your hands lies the world's salvation or its undoing."