Heed this message, all forlorned,
From the wind falls the horned.
Old returned and new are born.
Always the weak to fail the scorn.
Grip is lost and yet is found
of the rules of sight and sound, 
Mirror image lost again,
Moves the stars, pulls the sand
Only can Raven undo,
What is lost, what is true.
Four powers aid him in his quest
a soul redeemed from reapers chest.
But in the end the four turn back
and Ravens left to face the black.
The elements will set him free,
until the end, so mote it be.