Shattered Glass

The Prophecy Spoke

The prophecy spoke
of a life that once was no more.
Of a life that would rise
to bring death that itself tasted once.

Of black wings unfurled
that bring shadow and choke the skies black.
Of moons and of stars
that rise to cleanse infernal blights.

Of dragons and blood
that seal evil away for all time.
Of scrolls and of men
that protect those that come after them.

    The end of times, the darkest day,
    a dawning threat of marble jaws.
    Old heores come to light the dark
    in this time of aggression and pain.
    To end the end and mend the wounds,
    to make the sun rise again…

The prophecy spoke
of demons od filth and of shade.
They shake the ground
and blight the pond that gives life.

The traitor was blind,
but saw what others could not.
He would return
to cleanse the land that he loved.

The pond will survive
and bring but more death and decay.
A sacrifice made
that will save us from shadows so dark.

    The end of times, the darkest day,
    a dawning threat of marble jaws.
    Old heores come to light the dark
    in this time of aggression and pain.
    To end the end and mend the wounds,
    to make the sun rise again…

The prophecy spoke
of a home that would become a foe.
Of hour so dark
and light that will right all the wrong.

Of loved ones that would
be those that could hurt us the most.
Of one single spark
that brings hope and wisdom and love.

Of those that protect
quietly, hidden in a disguise.
Of friends from afar,
from among the stars shining bright…

    The end of times, the darkest day,
    a dawning threat of marble jaws.
    Old heores come to light the dark
    in this time of aggression and pain.
    To end the end and mend the wounds,
    to make the sun rise again…

The prophecy spoke
of chaos that swallows it all.
Of a queen in gold
whose blade and whose mind give us life.

Of man carved in stone
and red eyes that created him.
A city of light
and sword that spreads all that is dark.

A demonic priest
with secrets that all wish to learn.
Of vengeance so deep
that it burns harder than love…

    The end of times, the darkest day,
    a dawning threat of marble jaws.
    Old heores come to light the dark
    in this time of aggression and pain.
    To end the end and mend the wounds,
    to make the sun rise again…

To heroes we bow,
all heroes we thank!

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