Here I stand,
alone unconscious,
with the crest of knowledge,
that stirs curiosity.
Against the darkest fears,
leading to questions unclear,
a road of unanswered fears,
of the thirst for more power.
But now I sense,
the crest of knowledge,
glowing a purple,
curious beam.
Defeating the darkness,
with its curiosity,
of the glowing,
crest of knowledge.
Now I carry it,
wherever I go,
with is beam,
which curious me,
the crest of knowledge.