Five great charters knit the land,
Together linked hand in hand,
One in the people who wear the crown,
Two in the people who keep the dead down,
Three and five in stone and mortar,
Four sees all in frozen water.
That s Five for the warp, beginning to end,
And Two for the woof, to make and mend.
So that s the Seven, but what of Nine?
What of the two who chose not to shine?
The Eighth did hide, hide all away,
But the Seven caught him and made him pay.
The Ninth was strong and fought with might,
But lone Orannis was put out of the light.
Broken in two and buried under hill,
Forever to lie there, wishing us ill...
Ill sing you a song of long ago,
Nine bright shiners, the shiners oh!
All of the nine, created life,
Seven for fun, two for strife.
Seven of whom joined up in might,
The others both fought long in fright.
The seven won, and life was saved,
The ninth was bound, the eighth had caved.
The charter was made, and laws were set,
And mages who wield would never forget;
The life of five that was freely given,
And the dead of the world, to death were driven.
Peace returned and order remained,
But of the nine, naught was gained.
Seven were lost, one to greed,
One in a prison and five to need.
Nine bright shiners the shiners oh!
The heroes and saviors of long ago.
That's all for now,
~Artemis Fowl II~
