The Queen of Shards rejects the song, To claim a power ancient and strong. She stills the Hum to wake the Heart, And tears the crust of the world apart. Five must rise from the trembling dust, To mend the bond and break the trust. The Radiant light to pierce the dark, The Shard who carries the singer’s spark. The Ivy must bind the crumbling stone, The Crop must guard the Sleeper’s bone. And deep where the ancient rivers pour, The world shall stand on a heart of Ore. When the Glass Queen screams for a titan’s hand, The five must quiet the broken land.
