Binkietje
When grey stones begin to gleam,
And colors burst from shadows' seam,
The balance held by night and day,
Shall tremble, falter, sway away.
The siblings bound by moon's own light,
And storm that rages through the night,
Must rise as guardians strong and true,
To seek the ones who power knew.
Awakened hearts and spirits bright,
Together shine through darkest night,
Or realms will fall to endless blight,
Unless the chosen unite.