An old man I see,
A young man I hear,
A young man I feel,
A young man disappear.
I scream in shock,
I touch my face,
I scream again,
Reaching for my face.
The old man is me,
How can it be?
I can't have grown old overnight,
Or could it be?
I scream again,
In fear, in terror,
My buddy awakes,
Harkat, oh the horror!
He lunges at me,
I am confused,
I back away,
He attacks again!
Wait! A voice says,
He looks closely at me,
Could it be you, softly now,
Crepsley awakes.
What bad timing now!
He cries in anger,
Not more, not less,
Why now? Not another.
Harkat looks shocked,
So do I,
You have the purge,
Crepsley explains,
And bursts out laughing.