"Beware the one whom you call friend, for foe awaits you around each bend..." |
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. |