Two loving souls tore death coldly apart
Madness and grief slowly ate at his heart
Conjured up evil by rituals they were called
But her cold steel
Averted the fate of them all
Ties were broken as she went
High where the Adepti lived
Bound her soul with a red thread
As time passed peacefully
The crane returned to her home
Shrouds and dust was all she found
All ties to the moutals seemed gone
Thus does the Divine Damsel's tale duly end
But today a new tale I have to append
Which I shall now tell
If you shall attend
From the world she seems apart
She finds thoes who know her heart
With crimson spear and flashing brand
To face raging tides
They stand
The crane soon returned
And once she was spurned
She turned and left alone
Now she might be found
With friends all around
The whom she is bound a home
