Prologue

Just a prologue, a prophecy.

 

 

Accursed banshees of the western region

Let fall thy wrath upon this world.

Perilous escorts of death’s court

Open Valhalla’s doors with open arms.

Upon the courting of the full moon,

Upon the alignment of the passing planets,

There will be a child born of great power

A child with hair and eyes as white as the first snow.

It is this child that will lead the people.

Out of famine

Out of pain.

Out of time, and into a new era.

And the child’s name, shall be angelic.

 

--Prophecy of Time,

foretold by the seer Poppy

Reviews

[Emily Pazienza]

Wow, this looks like it will make a great book/story.
Can't wait to read the rest!!! :)

Keep on writin!
~Em~

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I really like this even though it's onlythe prolouge. Nice job!

Check out mine?

[xyvi]

This kind of reminds me of something from a book I read, called The Wind Singer. It's very forthcoming, I thought, there's a lot about this book of yours in this poem. :)