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.