The Gathering Dark (The Kingkiller Duology #1)

The Wryd of the Nine

Dark shalt beest this fire,
   'Twill gathereth forth.
Above art Nine bright shin'rs,
   The dark shalt smoth'r them all.

In his chamber art eight dead maidens,
   Dead in his sweet dark thrall.

Seven the prison'rs in his house,
   Thy magic shalt devour them all.

Six for the names thee shall heareth in the glass,
   Hide them 'til they've time to groweth their pow'r.

Five for the answ'rs thou bestow,
   On the last thee shan't cow'r.

Four for the corn'rs of thy world,
   For which thy magic devours.

Three for the runes on his hands,
   Telling thee his name.

Two for thy first and one for thy last,
   He shalt beest thy bane.

One is the Prophet, all alone,
   Thus saith the gods, it shalt beest known.

— The Wyrd of the Nine