iii poems of the first age when mountains woke from distant sleep unknown when king so-kai was formed again from dust and bones beneath the plains by ancient oceans driven from their deepest earthly resting place he swore to fight just one last time against the terrors bent to take all children nestled in their beds or hidden in a warm embrace no man could stop the terrors spree and all who ran , or hid , or begged would surely meet a horrid end except but one , the king so-kai his body held the space between a life and everlasting sleep .