Mortal men look to the stars as evening turns to dark
Their hearts hunger for love; their souls for Aradun’s spark
A tiny flame within them burns, anxious to ignite
To banish darkness; ridding them of fear, of dread, of fright
Alas, their tiny flame burns low; they feel impending doom
Without His blinding, white-hot light to drive away the gloom
The Creator’s light is righteousness, a beacon on the path
That marks the road to eternal life, away from the Fallen God’s wrath
The Creator hears their cries; sends a mortal to kindle the flame
A se’er of realms beyond the veil; Rand shall be his name
A Zadahrathi to gather adepts and root out from their holes
The minions who stand ‘tween death and life, guarding the well of souls
An alliance of fairy, illiri, grimm, and the Captain of the Guard,
With nightshade turned, and the soulless one, they’ll form at last The Star
United as seven against darkness, when war sweeps across the land
the Zadahrathi must win the day to stay the Fallen God’s hand
24th day of the Gourd, 2347 IA