Five stars gather at the crossroad of five signs,

and the horned one gathers an army of one.

Five trials passed, five by one fallen,

five journeyed down a false path.


The rusted diamond recalls the dreaming fire yet ignited

and by heart they know death and destruction.


For the Wayward One the fire still burns,

and walks hand in hand, heart to heart;

Under her sign will they vanquish

or be vanquished.



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