Tirsh's Prophecy

A pack of wolves that bark at the never king
Shall retrieve the lost fruit of troubled jewels
Mended will be the bones of metal arms

Three fingers of faith shall be severing
And the wise unseeing are rendered from the fools
As the verdant knights return to tend their farms

During the sunrise of a new reckoning
Reflections hang low above the beds of ghouls
A tapped infernal vein reveals the way of trivial harms

A forgotten bride dons her never ring
Spilled is the bladder of dragons’ fuels
And the end of lies finds mute alarms

Tirsh's Prophecy

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