The Prophecy

Almost too many stories for one song.
Before the song the memories return from rain forest.
A dragons’ lesson to a horned serpent that was given by the bird that walks.

The namers know the bird that walks.
Wars are beyond him now.

Three. Brothers’ blood. Brothers’ Memory. Brothers’ Song.
Turtles pack will take a walk
to the primal place but they will not walk in a straight line.
A journey is not a place.
They take the walker of chance who goes where fate is most amused. A compass of dreams.
An armored trickster is not a joke.

They walk.
To the apex of history with a namer of this new age to learn a lesson.
To the queens carriage house where Iron does not burn to find a secret.
On paths of silver to learn of ancient darkness.
Across a stage.
To where everyone plays a part.
Another step to one hell out of a thousand.
A monkey with the key is the hope.

A girl who can not be opposes.
The wyrm sends its’ minions.
They sing of nothing and make it real.
They name all nothing.
A dark pack rises.

And a girl who cannot be supports.

Ancient weapons of gods not gods.
Exiled dreams return.
A small part of the highest hopes.

To haunted places at the hour of midnight
where the father of a city gives aid.

Empty Knights, a marriage of oblivion and the Elder Dark.
Battle lines are drawn in the winter snow.
The Knight who must help must make a choice.

The walk continues.
So many places.
So much darkness.

The computer calls.
She who heads the family seeks more children in chains.

Men wearing white find the horizon.
The key to salvation is in the path of the one who walked in silence
and forgets the path.

Blood drinkers in the mountains.
A lord of the land,
His reach long.

Into the dead who seek the dead his taint runs.
Into the night a pack seeks the book.

Old magic of the earth,
Extinguishes a burning heart.
In the snow something is forged in ice.

Four tricksters take a walk to the dark side of the moon,
But three return.

Games are sometimes lost by a headshot,
and the teller of stories is silent.

Deaths songs are sung.
But not all is death.

The death bear must be fought
for middle brothers soul.

A song must be sung.
The song of the middle brother.
Sung in the primal place.
Sung in his home.
Sung by all three brothers.

In Turtles’ shell they leave Snake Island.
On turtles’ back they travel.
Turtles pack guards the walk of the willful kin home.

In the home of middle brother the family reunites.
A cold heart thaws.
A walk ends and a dance begins.

The once and future king is king again.
The griffon loses its favored son.
Not all circuses are fun, but carnivals are.
A queen hears her song and remembers.
The dreams must reconcile in the hunting ground.

They fight,
the elder dark.
The dream of the Wyrm.

The elder light and her children,
the eternal hope.

In the primal place there is balance,
and a lesson. A dream explained.
A queen must choose.

A flower found can be the first sign of spring.
A flower found can be the last sing of spring.

A fragile path is walked once more.
A song rediscovered needs to be sung.

Nothing is given a name.

The castles stand must be repeated
for the world to wake from a nightmare.

Two girls who cannot be,
must be one who is.

The last seat is filled.

The spider in the pearl is needed.
The movie girl gives a key.

In the primal place all are one.
The pack that remembers can bring hope.

The grandmother in her web sees all
and the grandmother is displeased.

To grandmothers house
to ease her pain a family goes to name a new child.

Not all who begin a walk will finish.
Not all who attend the dance will leave.
Sometimes they dance to a death song.
Sometimes to the song of spring.

The last song is unwritten and unsung,
so hope remains for the wolves.