Walk through the beaded veil,

Open your mind or all will fail.

The pictures tell more than you know,

Perspective flipping changes the show.



In solitude the dunce resides,

The recluse knows not the pain it hides.

Halt. Do not seek this pair,

They do not believe their exclusion fair.



Divine Judgement comes from above,

The Monarch interprets the father’s love.

For the one condemned to the noose,

Only luck can set the sinner loose.



The virtuous maiden of holy light,

Clashes with evil throughout the night.

Only when the battle is won,

The reaper comes to claim those done.



Slowly round the old wheel turns,

Those who play will never learn.

Only those with restraint of heart,

Can cast away ugly temptations.



Casting aside grudges of old,

The sea and the wisdom create wonders far renown.

Combining horse and cart was a sight to see,

Worthy of the show it was to be.



But now we must end our awesome tale,

The sharp will notice something quite stale.

For you see some have joined in harmony,

So only nine are left out from our little ceremony.



The nine you seek will affect your past,

Until only the future will last.

For fifty runes I may loose my prize,

So you may gaze upon them with your own eyes.



So while you sleep remember this,

The time is nearing so off to bed.

For perhaps when you next log on,

Users will have their yearlies on.

Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter named Nan
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nan took it.