My son, do not despond!
These are your ages!
None to a second,
While chaos is young and still emerges…
Be kind to respond
To what chronicled the sages!
Under rusted dawn's bond
Golden witchcraft rages –
The raven’s wings abscond
His mortal wreckages;
Resurrect with the emerald diamond,
And cast them in chimeric cages…
To entrap in laces of beyond
Seek the muffin god! To her do the pledges!
Awaken the soul’s immortal vagabond
Wielding a tainted quill from the mages…