From a distant planet, it made its descent, From Lunastra's depths it stirred in suspense,
With heaving breaths, the planet birthed a stone, Bringing meteor here, in a surprise intense.
Through the vault it swept a starlit dance, The meteor in its trance, was fated thence - To strike Port Aquilas in grand event, In loud crash with an ominous dissent.
Hashan's crown flew in a startled leap -
In the streets, hearts raced and panic soared,
So they danced a frantic, desperate dance, The city gripped by what divine fate had stored.

Yet from discord, a crowd harmonised,
What purpose does this visitor hold?
Eyes wide, they weaved to and fro,
And assembled round the stone untold.

Damaris, the Learned, amidst the band stood still,
A sage before riddles wrapped tight,
Her wisdom vast, yet her baton grasp shook,
The stone to her, is a book shrouded from sight.

Yet, Keyo, a youth unversed in lore,
Squeaked loud with jest, "It's just a pebble, no more!"
The crowd gasped as he swung with might,
To punch at the stone in a fight he swore.

A shriek erupted, scraping ity and soul,
Screams wove fear as dissonant fright,
The stones lament made a harrowing call -
A symphony of terror, an echo of the ight.

In alarm A'oluo stepped forth to the scene
Sing, my children," she softly did phrase,
As a priestess of Moon, in luminous gleam,
"To quell the stone's wrath, a chorus we'll raise

Her voice rose first, in melody pure,
The crowd's response in choir, led to dance and swing,
The harmonies swelled, to a rhythm they sung,
Yet the stone's fury remained unyielding.

It screamed louder, the crowd's efforts shamed.
Ive showed you my kindness, and stood just like a stone,
Yet you make anthem of my tears,
And in that breath my vengeance will be sown.

From the stone, it cried an infant wail,
Echoing the breath of Lunastra, from cosmic travail
A'oluo's chants, once soft and clear,
Were drowned by the pain that soon prevailed.
The stone pulsed, its malice untold,
It cracked in a crescendo uncontrolled,
A'oluo's light, in an instant, dimmed,
When the stone unleashed a spirit from its hold.

With a maniacal laugh, the spirit declared,
I am Mukmutarra, long ensnared,
A spirit of old, bound no more to Lunastra,
My vengeance on the moon, will soon be bared.

With violent force, the spirit's wrath unfurled,
It swept Hashan's streets, to end their world.
No song was spared, no cry unheard,
In its wake, silence swirled.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 941 AF.