The Prophecy

this is the prophecy I am using in a story I am writing in a notebook

From the river she came

the river she'll return

Villians touch she shall yearn

of traitors heart she will learn.

Death upon the swiftest wing,

silent touch, prophets sing.

Oceans rise to the call

Fire burns, killing all.

Bitter tongue within fangs bite

tested by Moonlit rite.

Lion tamed by lambs fury

Raven turn swan, so shall be.

Heed my words:

do not test fate.

Pray that she is not too late. 

I am the Prophet

who's eyes are closed

Listen now to the words I've prosed.

Listen well, heed the call

for if Monsters rise, 

They'll kill us all.