The actual prophecy

A Poem by promqueen

in my first chapter, the prophecy, there was a prophecy, but it was scattered. Readers, this is it, enjoy!

Of stormy winds and fire
Is born a hero long foretold
in dreams of rage and terror
are stories yet untold

for in the fears of men
are terrors more real than life
and in sorrows and tears
are tales of hunger and strife

and yet the world did fall
as the stories had foretold
and men and houses, short and tall
did get lost in the cold

for it was a storm unlike any other
and some were determined to live
but even the bravest said to the other
this war we cannot win

it was unnatural surely
a disaster unforetold
a change in time and sequence
a new world to remould

but then the storm passed
unknown the cause, men sought
to erase their whole past
but in a single mistake was brought...a new curse

for a storm brews now
the mortals do not see it
a black sheep among white
will be the cause of strife

for if evil is not destroyed
then how can men expect
to erase their whole past
when their past is now, in truth, the present.