The Dark Crystal

Now the Skekses gather
in the sacred chamber...

where the Crystal hangs
above a shaft of air and fire.

The Skekses, with their hard
and twisted bodies...

their harsh and twisted wills.
For a thousand years
they have ruled...

yet now there are only ten.
A dying race
ruled by a dying emperor...

imprisoned within themselves
in a dying land.

Today, once more
they gather at the Crystal...

as the first sun climbs to its peak...
for this is the way of the Skekses,
As they ravage the land...
so, too, they learn
to draw new life from the sun.

Today, once more,
they will replenish themselves...

cheat death again...
through the power
of their source...

their treasure, their fate:
the Dark Crystal.
But today, the ceremony of the sun
gives no comfort.

Today, an emperor lies dying.
Today, a new emperor...
must seize the throne.