The moon is full, the clouds give way,
Its silver beams through branches stray.
The hourglass drains, the sand runs thin,
The time has come — let fate begin.

Hear my voice, the whisper of fate,
I know what comes — it will not wait.
The cycle turns, you can't deny,
Yet we shall choose tо live or die.

The fifth house burns with solar might,
The Lion stirs, prepared to fight.
But she stood fearless, met his stare,
And tamed the beast with silent care.

Seven trumpets rang across the land,
Seven chalices raised for and end.
And he who sent them stood alone,
They forgot his words, once carved in stone. 

The Lion knelt to drink below,
The fish kissed his lips, their love to show.
His shadow whispered pride and greed,
Yet he stood firm, his soul was freed.

The ones who loved him sang his name,
But he knew their praise would bring him bane.
For this was his choice, his truth to defend,
As one measures others, they measures his end.