The Prophecy

The Prophecy

A Poem by JustNonsenseAndSugar

this is the prophecy I am using in a story I am writing in a notebook

From the river she came
the river she'll return
Villians touch she shall yearn
of traitors heart she will learn.
Death upon the swiftest wing,
silent touch, prophets sing.
Oceans rise to the call
Fire burns, killing all.
Bitter tongue within fangs bite
tested by Moonlit rite.
Lion tamed by lambs fury
Raven turn swan, so shall be.
Heed my words:
do not test fate.
Pray that she is not too late. 
I am the Prophet
who's eyes are closed
Listen now to the words I've prosed.
Listen well, heed the call
for if Monsters rise, 
They'll kill us all.

© 2017 JustNonsenseAndSugar

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Added on November 16, 2017
Last Updated on November 20, 2017



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