[wickedwinternick]

You read the elegantly designed piece of paper. The penmanship is impeccable.

The Myth of the Grey Bloom

There once was a man who indeed had a plan
To stop evil in the best ways he can
To bloom life and mirth for those who deserve such
To whither away those who've taken far too much
Wretches shall cower
Mortal Flaw will cease to tower
For while the Grey Flower blooms for the mirth, the life, and the day
Someone must pay for this mortal decay
Perhaps this is a man chosen by fate
Or simply a self-chosen destiny they come to date
Perhaps it is many under the guise of one name
Perhaps it is one man that simply will not stay tame
They've likely seen things you could only dream
And perhaps they are someone you know that isn't whom they seem
So cheer and aid the grey bloom those of the right
Cower and fear for those of the blight

Told by a village elder from a travelling tribe found near Chatarunga