Red stains the sky turning into the night.
A spirit turns away from twinkling stars.
Her kin betrays the world with terrible might.
Her failure haunts her, dark comes, bringing wars.
A reign of fear is yet to come, but it
is creeping closer along ancient vows.
The sky grows darker. She flinches like she’s hit.
No traitor can she tolerate, but now’s
the time for heroes to arise anew,
for soon foretold shall be a prophecy.
No longer can her kind soar open blue.
But three come forth and shape all destiny.
For one she taught; two are the traitor’s kin.
Two gods will soon be born and rule again.