The head of the beast is wrapped in shadows
Only found in the very last battle
The wings are worn by the fallen king's soul
As he faces the one he lost not long ago
The claws clutch an unwilling host
And against release the power she holds
The talons sooth the youngest one
Where two shall fight the imprisoned son
The tail is seared to its vessel's arm
And leads him to an old wound scar
These are the five that will see the day
When the world will shake and dimensions sway