Luka's not here at the moment/
But I'm here all the same, nonetheless/
To offer this wicked bestowment/
And quell your attempts for success.
Thy prospects undone, one and all/
A thread filled with counting and spite/
The Winter Event will soon fall/
Once the clock strikes the soon dead of night.
The school will soon cast its last spell/
So good day everyone, fare thee well...