In his world from victory fresh,
An entity in common flesh
Shall break from his friends held dear
To see an old man filled with fear.
Filled with darkness and fear of self,
Soon to wear the Crown of Death.
On the third long waiting day,
A spirit Green shall cross his way.
Of his despair the old man sitting
Shall be relieved upon his seeing
The one who shall set free the Realms
From darkness born where madness dwells.
In the day of darkness deep,
The One in Green shall the night defeat
And rise above the ways of old
To bring peace and end the dark cold.