Prophecy
Diwedd
A foe of old time's sake
Eagle, emperor of scales
Six horns adorn his head
He walks without shame; brazen
Earthquakes tremble in his wake
Pride-filled, is he
His counterpart
Tossing beneath soil
He toils and manipulates earth
Veins filled with righteousness
His eyes pierce their flesh
Blind to where his faults lie
Perilous, a chase shall be born
Two heirs, interlocked in rivalry
Bathe in the blood of one another
The sweet song of sword
Delves into thick crimson
Who shall reign?








