Prophecy Of Ten
By sidewinder
Touching the dreams of old bearing a prophecy, Those of ten will come together, Reclaiming honor where it is needed, Struggles met to stop a sorcerer in his bid for world dominancy, Strangers are they, But not for long, For fate has made its plan, A magistracy of mystery and a domain or reality for thy sorcerer is challenged, For strength, for imagery, for precedence, Follow thy worldly domain for fate has made its plan, All the comfort inside, All the problems beside, In the eyes of a lazy hawk I see, Threw gloom to true imagery, To be the wolf creeping, Along I listen to the forests mournful song, Waiting for the chance to right a wrong, To believe in now and see truth, Trust in myself for no others will do, This peace I must grasp and keep, Near to me in my shadows. July 1, 2000 By: B.E. Whitehorn, Christina M. Schultz, Adrennia Cooper, Allan Perry & Bill SwanWritten January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 04:54 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"Touching the dreams of old..."