Eighteen Moons, eighteen years,
From the world beyond the years,
One Unchosen, death or birth,
A Broken Day awaits the earth...
Eighteen Moons, eighteen sheers,
Feeding off your deepest fears,
Vexed to find as Darkness nears,
Secret eyes and hidden ears...
Eighteen Moons, eighteen fears,
The cries of Mortals fade, appear,
Those unknown and those unseen
Crushed in the hands of the demon queen...
Eighteen Moons, eighteen nears,
The Wheel of Fate herself appears,
Then the One Who Is Two
Will bring the Order back anew...
Eighteen Moons, eighteen dead
Eighteen turned upon their head,
The Earth above, the sky below
The End of Days, the Reaper's Row...
'From the beautiful creatures series.'
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