Patron of Seekers.

With a thousand bolts it was wrote,
Across the sky in lightning script,
Each tendril told with the volt of force,
What now was coming hence,
The one eyed man, whose barren socket gleamed,
From the shining bright of above,
Gathered the patterns of Thunder symbol,
Transcribed with pricked finger dripping of blood,
Alone among the stony steppes,
Cloak flying with the wind,
His papyrus etched with crimson lines,
Each an enchantment that rose and bent,
Marked stones of weight stayed the sheet fast,
As above the clouds collided with billowing rage,
Destinies keeper, the Patron of Seekers,
This was the Athacan Age.

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