The Ring of Bane

A child of the eldest god,

Shall reach her goal against all odds,

And though protection and rest shall reach,

Her fate and power in mind shall keep.

A toll for the heroes,

A toll for the lost,

A toll for the old one,

Who'll tally the cost.

A toll for the Risen,

And one for the Turned,

Who on the bright blue flame is burned.

Two for the Hunters,

Three for the King,

Who in the end shall forfeit the Ring.

Three for the end, to come so soon,

As two armies clash, under the Mad Moon.