Above Magnagora, the stars aligned and burned
With tainted child, the viscanti learned
A pair of nobles both filthy and rich,
A nobleborn son to Lord Luciphage's Fist.
Tutored from birth of Nihilistic thought
Power and grandour is for what this boy sought.
"My dearest son, you shall always go without want
Your lessers, those weaklings, are worthy only of taunts.
You shall conquer Celestia for the glory of Nil
Seize your crown, your destiny fulfilled."

Two decades later, the moon shone brightly in full
The mid-spring was warm, but that eve was refreshingly cool.
A daughter of moon, was born on that night,
Born of peace and tranquility, no struggle or fight.
Taught of the fae and with deep love for books.
Instilled with such grace and beauty, the hearts of men shook.
She wanted for naught but to be barefoot and read
And she studied the stars to see what the Fates see.

Star-crossed for certain, never meant to be.
The Fates linked the souls of an elfen and Viscanti.
Like histories of Fain and Lisaera in passages of old
A complicated romance, a tale worthy to be told.
And akin to their Masters, the paths of the two did cross
And this arrogant Viscanti found himself at a loss.
How could one so beautiful be of the fae and the wilde?
And his demonic charm made him bed her and instill her with child.

And for decades, the two remained apart of seperate city and commune
But their thoughts lied on each other as they shared the same moon.
Impossible, unthinkable. Meant to be so seperate and far.
But each wanted for the other, to possess the desire of their heart.
Even the most hardened hearts grow weakened by love torn
With solitary nights of lost emotions were mourned.
But politics of the Basin, brought their seperation to rest.
The Glomdoring had swarmed the planes with plans for wyrden conquest.
The struggle had left parts of Serenwilde bitter and torn.
And the loss of the avatars had left the moonchildren to mourn
So finding a reason to return to his love
The Viscanti entered the wilde under the illusion of the peace of the dove

He bade her and charmed her and welcomed her near
She was hesitant and reluctant for he was against all she held dear.
But their trials and struggles withered away what defenses remained
And soon she stood alongside the Avatar of Fain.
The couple was wed and married upon the plane of Nil itself
With goals of power, leadership, family, and wealth.
And so the Basin knew, what match this was to be
When their eyes flashed with the losses of what their deathsight could see.
Now never again will they find themselves without one another,
And this my dear children is the story of how I met your mother.