The Prophecy

Another creepy poem I thought up.

1 of men
5 of she
Six shall go
One foretell

The son of war
In his last fight

Five across
Six on board
Four will see
But not he

Two will prosper
Three shall succeed
The other well

One with a seeing eye
Will fall but not die

How close to the sea
You will all see
The bottom isn't so bad as it's said to be

One with the sea
One of knowledge
One of growing
One with song
The others as none

Knowledge is a blessing
With a curse tied on
The one with the insight
Will come undone

The sea has no mercy
You will see
But will you really?
Not you yet
The others

Grow you will
But not of yourself

The rhyme
The time
Will it be right?