The ages have come

  The ages have gone

  The myriad of worlds, each parallel

  Companions they were from ages forgotten

  The silent keeper’s designs have all but rotten

  Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  History and knowledge remain locked away

  The curators of their bond record each day

  A silent fortress, hidden from the highest sight

  A bastion of truth for the seekers of light

  Record the knowledge, discover the truth

  A duty passed on to the kindred youth

  His mission begins as Fate moves again

  To a planet invaded by the demon domain

  The summoned heroes answer the call

  The recorder’s path is shrouded from all

  As four they depart and as five, they arrive

  A tale of heroes that he’s ready to archive