What would you do
if the dark spirits prowl?
If your life-flame burns out
If the wolf-shifters howl
Would you change?
Would you cry?
Would you unfurl
your destiny's wings and fly?
Would you, see the frozen sword
Or smell the stench of death?
Would you, beware the warring clans
Or make good your final breath?
Will you, fear the winter's daughter
Or her deadly price?
Will you, resist her frosty charms
Or her generous heart of ice?
So, What will you do,
when the first sword is drawn?
When blood stains the snow.
When the sun sets at dawn.
Will she free the land?
Will she make the right choice?
Will she dispel fear,
And make heard our voice?
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This is just my prophecy from my story 'Awaiting Destiny'.
It rhymes...
^_^
See you later
Imperia
XOX
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A Touch of Heart
PoetryA dream is a wish your heart makes No matter who you are But your dream will never wake Without a touch of heart.