Prophecy I

But not every prophecy comes forth,
my blood and soul knows.
The time will perish,
and we'll still have to waste it.

A warrior will come,
no, none of us.
But know, how shameful you are.
how restless the truth twirls.

I can't predict more than what has to be.
One legend will speak.
Open your eyes,
this is not a war.

Forget your eyes of hatred.
The warrior thrives,
along with the banished love.
Repair our world, they would.

Queen Izela IV of Tla'rsyc