The last Daggers fell as foretold, after the last storms of a bountiful Spring,
and they angered Mother Ehra, The Warm Guests and Umuzi the King.
Soon; no laughter, no larks, no bow shooting, no mace, not a thing,
Beyond all the death reigned the abyss, alone but supreme.
Facing the Gates, Cael The Destroyer had no army to bring.
With few humans alive, had no puppets tied on strings.
Alone with no escape, he fought and killed Abanaar.
But beyond the Purple Gates met Eaters of Stars,
Gods who eat the rocks, and drink ice and tar.
Defeated Cael and left a cosmic scar.
The stealer of fates has fallen dead!
declared Astaeter the godhead.
the word like wildfire spread
We remember the dread
We remember the dead
Until we
Forget.
That the next Daggers will fall as foretold, after the last storms of a bountiful Spring.