The darkness gathers on the shores of dreams,
Blood red flow the rivers and the streams,
Black pools of night smother the land,
Mighty boulders crumble into sand,
Wherefore art the gold and silver bands?
Behold, a man
Behold, a man
A child is born, yet disappears,
a tree is born, and who will hear its lonely cry?
A fire bursts upon the sky,
The maids arise with open eyes,
And change the purpose of their lives,
and who will know the reason why?
And who will know the reason why?
The sleeping child shall awaken soon,
his senses shall all be attuned
to the other, whom he has yet to greet.
To the other, and should they ever meet
the Gem will burn with fire anew,
and the trees will pass, all but a few.
The trees will pass, all but a few.
The Chosen shall die in the darkness alone
bereft and far away from home,
his body turned to ash and bone.
A stepping stone?
A stepping stone.
This age will fade into the next,
Embracing time with its soft caress,
but will the races pass the test?
Or perish just like all the rest?
Or perish just like all the rest?

GemQuest, Book II, The Awakening