In his first age, he fell into a sword and danced and drank in blood and death.
In his second age, he fell into the radiant scroll and was scarred and tricked by new-wrought knowledge.
In his third age, he saw through the trick of the voided gods and turned their trap-magic against them.
By his fourth age, he grew weary but bided his time; his seed took root.
In his fifth age, he reaped what he’d sown and forced forth the sun and moon, yellow flame and white mirror.
In his sixth age, he declared his first age to be the most honest.
In his seventh age, he learned the final truth; smiling and aged, he cast himself into the burning void to fight the hateful gods.