Neflite the Mad: Prophecy Of The Stones
Title: Prophecy Of The Stones
Author: Scribed by Neflite
The author(s) of the
following prophecies
are unknown.
Seek ye the signs of shattered stones. Seek ye gatherings of glimmers.
For alas and alack and lo! They fall from heavens to tempt all sinners...
Complete the prophecy to find the secret of the days to come.
Four runes and crystals whisper rhymes to frighten everyone...
Hast thou heard the dead shall walk?
'Tis prophesied here that castles will fall.
When crystals shatter and magic gathers.
And spirits make their ghostly call.
'Pon this eve the aether flows and dances madly in the air.
The spirits rise and walk again and slaughter in the moon's red glare.
Beware ye men of mortal flesh, lest ghosts seize all thy lifespan's time.
For soon the night shall come and soon shall set the sun.
And soon shall rise the bones to walk and seek the magic sign...
Where bones of land rise broken from the earth.
And the wind whistles 'til the rock itself speak
By the sea, north of sandstone, south of swamp.
A magic sign doth rest pon the smallest of peaks.
Some say a message floated in a corked and sunburnt bottle.
And washed ashore where fisherfolk found it with a smile--
'Til wounds did grow upon their flesh and disease did rot.
A magic sign must live lonely lost upon a deserted isle.
Soon the world shall split, and lives will lose their luster.
The cadavers shall rise from their restless aching sleep!
Soon shall monsters walk with bones broke all asunder.
For a magic sign doth dwell in caverns dark and deep!
Where swords were shattered and brothers fell.
In battles well divided.
Where naught can live save pride and sting.
And dry is air in hiding.
A magic sign is cought in sand and sun.
Where blood lays idle.
Upon a day when snow doth fall
A gathering will form of noblemen
Among the same who quarrel still
Between free will and the civil man
Whilst watched by mice and monsters both
A challenge shall be made
That breaketh lances and severs growth
And stains fair grass with hate
Someday perhaps shall reconcile,
Two men whose hearts were once the same
Till then the world shall tremble dire
And none shall fix the blame
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