Of caverns and casters
     of whispers and daggers
Of shadows and snow
     of keys and lost roads

The salvation of fate
     finds its number in eight
The realm stands condemned
     unless the stars bring them:

A prince, a witch, a scientist
     a seer, a child, a shade
A girl of untamed magic
     and a twin of no one's age

Of caverns, two come
     of casters, six are
Of whispers, one cast out
     of daggers, one bears scars

Of shadows, one born
     of snow, one lost
Of keys, one given
     of lost roads, all tossed.

- The Wyrd of the Shadesnare's End