The Prophecy of The Uninvited Guest

Among the last to leave, among the first to come,

Seeking a new host, uninvited, in a new place.

The power gained being the first,

Was lost in being the last.

Hosts shall nurture it, unknowing,

Like the guest wreathed in smiles,

While secretly poisoning the larder.

Jealously guarded of its own power,

Ne’er has, nor ever shall its host bear or sire children,

Yet ever it seeks to procreate.

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