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At Crater's edge I stood
As fortune foretold of a cosmic hood
A comet of chaos, pure evil and good
Adorned with the stars from which he came

Outlandish, his movements defied logic and space
In a moment, upon me, disguised by cosmic embrace

Bolts of black pain, coursing through my veins,
Rending my grip from his clandestine fate
Collecting my strength wanes,
My foe's cloaked face,
Enigma displacing
The fabric of my plane

As crater's edge gave way
A foothold of fortune amidst the fray
With dear Foregnia as my stay
Leverage and luck herald my escape

Victorious yet bloodied,
Bruised but unbroken,
The wailing sow laments the lamb

Tell me what's happened?
The fortunes were true
Where are you going?
I'm taking the child
What have you done?
I'm taking the child your job is done
I'm taking the child your job is done
I'm taking the child your job is done

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