The Prophecy of Grey



	     Beware Underlanders, Time Hangs By A Thread
	     The Hunters Are Hunted, White Water Runs Red
	    The Gnawers Will Strike To Extinguish The Rest
	     The Hope Of The Hopeless Resides In A Quest

		An Overland Warrior, A Son Of The Sun
	May Bring Us Back Light, He May Bring Us Back None
	    But Gather Your Neighbors & Follow His Call 
	     Or The Rats Will Most Surely Devour Us All

	        Two Over, Two Under Of Royal Descent,
	   Two Flyers, Two Crawlers, Two Spinners Assent
	      One Gnawer Beside And One Lost Up Ahead
	  And Eight Will Be Left When We Count Up The Dead

	    The Last One To Die Must Decide Where He Stands
	    The Fate Of The Eight Is Contained In His Hands
	   So Bid Him Take Care, Bid Him Look Where He Leaps, 
	     As Life May Be Death And Death Life Again Reaps