Shard

Shards of Crystal, winter frost,

Hidden away with things we lost,

The lamplight flickers above the pages,

Dust and ash shall wither ages.

Taking homes inside the mind,

Beware what lingers, should they find,

The will of man they shall erode,

Upon high seat in their abode.

The Monarch reigns where dreams collide,

Mentor listens and abides,

Nine are darker, made of shadows,

Split from One with mankind's arrows.

-Common nursery rhyme (circa 210 NA)

-Origins unknown