He descended from the moon, eyes ablaze with the ardour of strength The last survivor of a great civilization destroyed by a Dragonthrone War Integrity beyond his years, able to see large vistas at once Hero and saviour, seeks not conquest or crusade but peace Three protectors as counterparts transcending the hemispheres The Moonslayer, the Countess and the Wolf interceding against a persistent evil Charging on a nightmare, hurricanes of flame Invoked through spells of vengeance twining skyward To remedy an intolerable pain and oppression Demolition of the axis inside Witness the mystery of this uncorrupted angel Whose volcanic return shall release the elixir of light Taking up the Demonstarsword Roaring out from astral sanctuary Riding a rising swell of anger You should not wound that which cannot be killed!!! Dismal clouds boiling in the glowing storm The prodigious angst of a banished race Ridden with wickedness, lost to fear Usurped by a darkness baptised in devastation He will become air and sky - amorphous and invincible Despair cannot defeat him, he has routed the abyss All the suns shall fall and the beast's mouths not avail When the dead soar over the burning forests he stands a triumphal beacon Embracing the destiny that brought him to such a time To resurrect the forgotten dreams of this final generation As desolate and alienated as a god Driven by the need to create a new home