The Doomed Host
The Spirit Pharaoh
The final, interrupted words of the grateful Pharaoh spirit.
A single star has fallen from the sky,
the implements of a dozen demons cry.
The jewel of thought shows what is true,
To complete your trial, this is what to do:
The second star was passed,
when the wee one met her test.
The jewel of souls shines like the night,
its razor black, and ready to fight.
The third star is buried still below,
where wyrm met its death throw.
The jewel of body, its crimson gleam,
heart of darkness in blood’s sheen.
When three restored and ground meets sky,
A path revealed, so too a lie.
A war averted where all life is lost,
The twelve defeated by heaven’s host.