A poem: Birth of the nemesis of Ace of Spade

When swarms of starlight struck the earth

And in the skies meteors burst

A shining spear struck a womb

And a child was borne indeed too soon

But schemers wild with fear did conspire

To purge the life of its breath of fire

Sent a sibling rushing forth

For the chosen one to smote

Make the hallowed womb its very tomb

Save themselves from destined doom

But it was the fair twin that was done

Still-born she shielded the anointed one

It was close to mid-night – the hand was played

The nemesis of the Ace of Spade