Beneath the mountains of smolted iron and above the Gate of an unknown era

Lies a shard of a glistening tenebrous star

Crushed and overwhelming, alive and dead, inpenetrable maddness and a clear serene light

Its origing lost to the aeons and the aeons lost to it 

Tounches stop at its mindless whim, deconsturcted and reconstructed, they speak

Of many adgacent places that are too far for mortal eyes, drifting ever farther away

Maddness flowed for some at a mere choice. But for others, the shackled ones, Resentment became thier creed

With the blood of horrible wonders it rises, Rises RISES! only to subside again.

Many search for it, and many will not find what they seek

Power sure but also Ruin, Folorn, Maddness, Despair, and Resentment

All for thine prying hands

You sink and skink and you sink even further down into the depths beyond the earth, but above the gate at world's end

Perhaps you will be remade or recovered but do not think that you can turn around and be whole for a price is the fact you can't do it right not now not ever