Poem -
A Prophecy
Smiling Red
Glittering Gold
A Hooded Man Said
A Prophecy Will Be Told
Shimmering Rocks
Scattered Skies
A Woman With Locks
Will Tell Many Lies
Cascading Water
Clouded Clues
There Will Be Slaughter
Many Will Lose
Running Blood
Lifeless Land
In The Mud
Dead Where You Stand
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