Bear that sphere Like your first born You'll guard it with your life Raised to face The shining The honour it till you die A searing pain flashes through his veins As his flesh touches the orb A wave of fear, to stand before the object Shakes him to the core His grip is trembling around the burning ball His shadow's withering away A lifetime spent in awe of the eternal A purpose lost in the decay His skin now blistered and black His muscles aching and sore A million lives, spared through his efforts A creature shunned forevermore