Prologue
There shall rise a monster, born of night and scar,
Clad in flesh of mortals, yet darker by far.
He shall wear a visage both tender and grim,
And kingdoms shall falter at the shadow in him.
There shall rise a maiden, with fire in her hand,
She shall bind the darkness, she shall command.
Through love she shall temper, through will she shall bend,
And the blade she awakens shall cut to the end.
There shall march a soldier, with grief as his shield,
Through blood and through sorrow, no mercy shall yield.
He shall strike crown and kin, till the Devil lies slain,
Yet the steel that delivers shall drink of his pain.
There shall watch a seer, her silence a flame,
No prophecy spoken, yet all bears her name.
She shall weave without word, she shall shape without breath,
And her hand shall decide between ruin and death.
So monster and lover, so chosen and foe,
All bound to the fate that the old stones foreknow.
For the blade that doth save is the blade that must fall,
And love is the heaviest burden of all.
And the song shall be sung till the stars lose their flame,
The end and beginning shall mirror the same.
We both read that Mafia Romance and I saw your review, that's why I read it. This book made me think you'd love it also even though its Fantasy. @Millareadz
Hey we both read Lindsey Marie religously I thought you would love this! @2layte
This looks good