“At the Stairs of Woe

The flickering city, the cradle of his birth.

Ishmaeloth spread the wings of betrayal

and severed the binding oath.

Sister fought Sister and Shivan fought Shivan.

Bodies torn and shattered bones,

No mercy given, no quarter granted.


In the pass of Janos,

Did Ishtaran meet Saint Belindar.

By open palm and closed hearts,

Blessed by binary joy.

A new Avatara risen,

To seal the fate of Shapers doom.”

-Fifth stansa of the “Stairs of Woe”