Poem - Prophecy by Elizabeth

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Elizabeth

Short Stories

- The Witch from the Mountains
- Myth or Reality?
- The Journey Begins
- To Gryphana
- Disaster Welcomes a Wanderer

Poems

- Our Asylum
- Our Fate
- Tiempo
- The Void I Will Never Know
- The Snake's Deceit
- Prophecy
- I Dont Hate You - You Hate Me...

Prophecy
by Elizabeth

A thick gray haze
crosses the battlefield
where banners fly crisp, woven tapestries
embellishing the sky
upon which dragons, swords,
and crosses are emblazoned,
Green and Gold
Red and Black.

Horns blare as battle cries rend the night.
Muscles bulging, iron weapons are hoisted
in the calloused hairy hands
of the clansmen.
The air is filled with the sounds
of blades clashing and clattering,
and armor striking dirt and stone
while a baby cries
calmed by the raven arms
of the Soothsayer.

He is the Young Stag.
Conqueror of lush green lands
and foreign tribes.
Surveyor and creator of peace.
Husband of a soft pink
and gold princess
Lover of his dark and elven sister
Father of an evil
and deceptive son.

Kings will bow before him
and his sword.
Two legends entwined
in the history of humankind.

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