Prophecy

Some background info

From shadows deep where demons crawl

A Saint is found standing tall

Holds the Cleanse as their creed

While the fiends deftly bleed

For years we suffer under devilry,

Our Saint will bring us revelry 

As the Chosen emerges, a beacon to shine

A swift punishment, neat and divine

Find them by our Trial

And though it may beguile

May you let my message resound, 

for in these words, our fate is bound

Author's Note

You can mostly ignore this one, it's just for background info. I know it's cringey ':D