Prophecy of the Orchid's Star-child

Setesh, Niuray
Gyumathon, Viresh

In the west, dreaming sea, rises Star
Fired away, from afar

Silver Prince, Blackest Soul,
His hopes rising in full,

Salted soul,
Undead caul
Bee's burden
Riven fish,

Defend from undead stealer,
Protect the weak, wary of the rich
The orchid swell, to the sea they rise
The children star, the tide rises, throw the dice

Spider dreams of tangents, spies upon all,
Turquoise bindings, in star sail envenomed,
Her mien of command, fails to win all.
Dream travels to the islands, Wyld-dark, wine-dark,

Raksha fearing not the treaty, stealing from mortals,
The dead moon calls to feast, to speak, the embrace of peace
His olives coined, his rhythm untold, sister freed
Fearing the tolls, counted not in polls, yet deceased

Isle of Skade, isle of Moste, all gather
The child can bind them, or asunder thunder,
Call them to bide, the new peace, Silver Prince,
Now helpless, called to feast.