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 seer of realms beyond the veil; Rand shall be his name
The Zadahrathi will 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
A united seven against darkness, as a war sweeps across the land
the Zadahrathi must turn the tide to stay the Fallen God’s hand
~Hadrin the Old, 3rd Ciad of Frost, 41AI