Reconing

Sparks shower from their hands.

The end is at hand.

You have made the mistake of giving in for giving up too often.

Sometimes fire merely stays dormant, waiting for an ill placed spark.

Be aware of the ones you underestimate; they will be your reckoning.

Be aware of them: the broken whom are whole, the mocked whom are loved, the cursed whom are beloved.

For eventually you will burn by their hand

They will to nothing but laugh and dance as you burn

For all the times that you hurt them.

Be aware of the quiet ones for they see more than you think, feel greater than you know, and care for more than you can imagine.

They cannot be captured, they cannot be bound, and they cannot be killed

For they will not bow to your will, and die.

They alone have the honour to kill themselves before they live.

You cannot right the wrongs you have done to them, they will see only lies and tricks.

This is your recompense for the wrongs you have done them.