Poem

Listen my child to a story of dreams

And know that the beginingis more difficult than it seems

When ten daughtders are reunited in order

When the four sided box loses its border

When the eye of the pheonix is in your hand

When the bird of fire can see again

When the moon sleeps and the sun plays

The king of the skys will shine his rays

And hidden beneath a river of colors

Will lie a gate of goldan wonders