My friends and I are making a novel. I decided to make a poem for the prophecy.
The skies shall dim, the sun shall fade.
The birth of four in prophecy made.
Another terror shall awaken.
Darkness shall arise; goodness forsaken.
The urn from which darkness has been kept
Shall be taken from Linoia's depth.
The Darkrons' rule shall be spread.
Soon all of Trusmania will be dead.
The beauty of Nataraja; be buried in sea.
The freedom of Aeronia shall no longer be.
The peace of Natruana; be fillled with war.
The legend of Pyrothania shall be no more!
But in the midst of evil and darkness arisen,
The four shall meet and all bad things bad be ridden.
The queen of Neutrania shall once again rise.
The Dark Lords' rule shall end in demise.
The birth of four in prophecy made.
Another terror shall awaken.
Darkness shall arise; goodness forsaken.
The urn from which darkness has been kept
Shall be taken from Linoia's depth.
The Darkrons' rule shall be spread.
Soon all of Trusmania will be dead.
The beauty of Nataraja; be buried in sea.
The freedom of Aeronia shall no longer be.
The peace of Natruana; be fillled with war.
The legend of Pyrothania shall be no more!
But in the midst of evil and darkness arisen,
The four shall meet and all bad things bad be ridden.
The queen of Neutrania shall once again rise.
The Dark Lords' rule shall end in demise.
No comments:
Post a Comment