A People Who Are Cursed

A People Who Are Cursed

Over mountains high and oceans deep
A place to rest Death will seek

And finally in the Kingdom of Theraflain
There four years he will reign

Because of their pride three deaths in forms of plagues will come upon
For four years from dawn to sunset and sunset to dawn

A famine and drought shall be the first
And for a year many will die from hunger and thirst

Then three months in peace shall pass away
Till the second will then that way

The second, worse then the first, shall be more horrible then anyone thought
A plague upon the kingdom will be brought

Cries and moans, and shrieks of pain
Shall mark the second year of Death’s reign

Then a cure after a year shall be found
And no more shall cries of pain then sound

Unlike before, 9 months shall pass
Until death shall have its turn, its third and final last

The nine months that shall follow
The city will become rich no more shall their money safes sound hollow

An now the last and final blow
Shall come and all shall tremble and behold

An army from the ground shall rise
And come to the Kingdom that to the south lies

And there the kingdom’s fate shall be discerned,
Shall they prevail or their lesson still remained unlearned?