Ama notices the blindness as well, tears welling up in her eyes, as she nods in reply to his comment, hugging her children to her chest. "You're right, and I--"<br/><br/>Her comment is cut off, however, as a high priority message is sent, directly to both of them, from the Shadow Stalkers.<em>Sir, we've received a message from... something, using our secure frequencies. We're locating the message, now; they're not making much effort to hide it. But, it appears to be a... poem. Relaying transmission, now.</em><br/><br/>What follows is the voice of a man singing, reciting words that Draiss has heard, mostly, before, though set to a soft, sing-song tune, that almost rings with madness.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Born and born and born again,<br/>He lived a thousand times before,<br/>Called to break, called to destroy,<br/>Bound to live, bound to guide,<br/>Freed to sunder, freed to defend,<br/>Chosen to save, chosen to damn<br/>The Sundering will not begin<br/>until the Father of Daughters bears a son.</em><br/></div>