A Tattered Scroll

As you study the tattered scroll, a voice purrs in your mind:

Now he stirs in troubled dreams
Where naught that is is as it seems.
And we who keep his name divine
Await his coming and the time
The First will bring us perfect bliss
With whispers as a lover's kiss—
When he shall rise and bring to naught
Our pain and grief and fear and woe
And all the torments we can know
With all that Chaos' cursed brood has wrought."

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