The Prophecy of the Fates

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The Fates had prophesied

The death of the old and

The birth of something new

So I stand on a hill lush and fertile 

The glass blades swaying as

The day prepares to welcome the night

Carried by wings

They come in the light

Angels from heaven

Riding horses black

Demons come in the shadows

Wearing hoods of muted gold.

A breeze ruffles the field

Before hooves trample 

The green and the bones alike

The moon witnesses all

Wings falling on spears

And hoods being coloured crimson

The cries of the fallen

And the edge of bones

Mixing with that of metal

Soon, the clouds take over luna

And a blinding light is born 

Light that burns all to the core.

Screams are silenced and

In blood and ash

All debt owed is paid 

But wait 

My dear traveler

Don’t leave yet

Something stirs in the smoke

For from the ashes rises 

A creature quite unknown

Wielding a sceptre and the boon 

Of fortune but shadowed by

A veil of misfortune and misery

A black phoenix with a

Torn hood and blood 

Dripping from corrupted flaming wings

The progeny wails 

And even the ancient Titans 

Shudder in horror

“The Reborn is divine!” cheer the Fates

While others curse and not whisper that

It’s instead the Scarred Unborn

An abomination that foreshadows

The end of an era yet to begin

And has borne witness to one that is long forgotten

Rest assured followers will come

And so smile the Sisters for

Their prophecy has come true

 

Now no difference remains 

Between Angels and Demons

The old have given way to the new

A new war will be waged

With rules unwritten and

Outcome most unsure

And I wonder if the Reborn 

Will be worshipped in temples or 

Will engrave the catacombs