Galactic tribes

~PROPHECY~

In the realm of shadow and light, destinies intertwine; 

Souls of the lonely, not yet born, heed the celestial sign. 

A sun of darkness, veiled in crimson glow, 
A ring of corona's might, where only chaos shall grow. 

Beware the unknown powers that emerge in the night, 
For the false crown rises, twisting wrong into right. 
Heed its might, its grip so bleak, 
Suffocating the people, so none may speak. 
Beneath its weight, the world shall bend, 
Until the cycle of sorrow meets its end. 

Free the soul trapped for so long, 
She who answers to the skyfire's song. 

Knock the gate to the realms beyond, 
ancient obelisks lie, a power long gone. 
The realm of loss and the realm of shade.

It has happened hundreds of times before, 
But now is the time to settle the score. 

When the stars ignite, and the skies turn to flame, 
The chosen will rise, one to name. 
In the battle, on the day of star fire, 
One's fate must be sealed, amidst the pyre. 
So all others may stand, never to yield, 
For the final truth shall be revealed. 

And when the sun and moon align, 
Destinies shall no longer remain confined. 
The forgotten shall rise, the silenced shall speak, 
The end of an era, the dawn for the meek.