All great Epics begin with an invocation to a muse, asking her for inspiration, and for aid.

Here in lands not our own, we call to thee,

Speak, O Great Calliope of old,

Dearest Muse, and Zeus' daughter,

Hero of light who toiled long with the Darkness,

Strong of hand but moved oft to pity,

Crowned a vessel of creation, and gifted powers to enchant

Tell us that tale which found you cast away from love and like minds,

Until you battled demons and neon gods alike,

Memories wiped until only grief remained,

Tell us, O dearest Calliope, from whence you came.