Post by ivytail on May 5, 2007 9:02:05 GMT -5
A prophecy has been told:
His name will strike down the Clans,
his evil ways will spread across the three lands.
His followers will tear fur from their kins pelts,
they will not stop until the Power of Three melts.
The sky will rain ash,
of the blackened souls who have come to pass,
when his power grows with an alliance
From kithood he secretly hid his defiance,
his dreams to destroy the Three,
and let his dark reign come to be.
The Stream of Time will remember the night,
when all three Clans united to fight,
the darkest of all things in sight,
the death of a loved one,
the loss of a limb,
the time when the moon turns red,
their followed leader will be found dead.
His name will strike down the Clans,
his evil ways will spread across the three lands.
His followers will tear fur from their kins pelts,
they will not stop until the Power of Three melts.
The sky will rain ash,
of the blackened souls who have come to pass,
when his power grows with an alliance
From kithood he secretly hid his defiance,
his dreams to destroy the Three,
and let his dark reign come to be.
The Stream of Time will remember the night,
when all three Clans united to fight,
the darkest of all things in sight,
the death of a loved one,
the loss of a limb,
the time when the moon turns red,
their followed leader will be found dead.