Invocation of the One Beyond

Pass over, Rashnakar, the plains of my mind, sowing seeds of hope.

I pray that, as I etch these words in time, Your voice will speak them.

Take my hand, guide it true, let my tale point back to You, my Lord:

A tale of pain and growth, of loss and the fate of all things You spoke;

The One Beyond who spoke all things out of the void and to life.

His word was Antequim, first of a great line of heroes and saviors,

Chosen to choose a trodden path and remind all of His sacrifice.

At the end of time stands a spire before the last of these.

Rashnakar blesses him as he runs to the gates of hell to live,

Finally! to live as he was meant to, surrendered to You.

And he will not strike the tower at its base as any man could.

The heart of the beast is on its crown of light and golden bone petals.

He who stands at the foot of the tower will climb up from the inside,

And then, with a cry, he yields himself to Your word, Your son.

Inscribe through me, my Lord, justice for Your holy majesty and might!

Antequim will descend once again as the breath of the last of these,

And the worlds will watch as a long dead planet is their battlefield.

Mavu's spire, black with hate, winged by statues of his likeness will fall,

For hell hath no keep and, behold! the last hero is born.