I Dreamed a Prophecy

A word for one

I dreamed of master

Drawn by creatures

Born of disaster


In fields of flowers

Ithuriel’s spears

There grows a taint

Not aged by years


By madness shackled

And prophet doomed

The invader’s lance

Leaves a piercing wound


Beasts damned

Lie in wait

The blows they deal

Leave wounds too great


The lady of white

Her mouth stained red

Her maddened cackle

Reverberates in my head


The priest of doom

Blood pours from his eyes

His wail is calling

Hell from the skies


The lady of white

The priest of doom

A madness of blood

Posture of death assumed

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