The Prophecy

The Prophecy

Beware the one
Whom you call friend,
For foe awaits you
Around each bend.

The rotting hand,
You must await.
This hand goes by
The name of Fate.

It waits,
Ever hiding,
For a gift from afar
While holding the gates
Of chaos ajar.

Wait for the word
Of the one true friend,
Or, for this world,
It could mean the end.

Trust no one
Among the Three
For waiting in line,
Is The Enemy.

He or she will strike
Under full white moon
When loudest plays
The music of doom.

When the One stand alone-
No one by his side-
And the friend is gone,
There'll be no place to hide.

Step up,
One, who calls himself brave.
The flag of defeat
And death
Doth now wave.

Blocking your path,
Is a traveler
From a land
Of shadows far away.
Never, in this land,
Dawns the pure light of day.

She's not who she seems,
This woman of light.
For watching you struggle
Brings her sheer delight.

Rescue the Princess,
Whom you call Nephrite.
Know the secret,
That was always in sight.
Or else, dear friend,
Be ready to fight.

One may live,
But one must die.
And one is watching,
With's Death's good eye.

The River of War
Flows, ever swiftly,
Consuming the souls
Of the Children of Peace.

Make opposite evil,
Return to your home,
And you shall no longer
Remain alone.

Take one step forward
And two steps back
Or in power,
You'll surely lack.

But keep in mind
While you bask
In sweet luxury,
They search
For the next victim:
The Great-Grandchildren,
Of Peace.

With this warning,
I'll leave you now.
But I'm watching.
I swear I know how
To draw you in;
To dirty your soul.
Careful now,
The hand is moving,
No matter how slow.


(Note from the author: Please rate and review:) This poem is part of a novel that I'm currently writing. I'm not very far yet, but if you'd like to read some of it, I could maybe email it to you. Thanks. Please rate and review.