The Prophecy of the Eighth Kingdom

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From two Kingdoms united,

Will come an event that was uninvited;

Out of this Four will be born,

In this event which shall be scoured;

The four that were not all related,

A new kingdom will be created;

Four will become eleven,

And then there will come The Seven.

One from the icy circles cold,

One from the sands of purest gold,

One with the colors tightly fold

One from the winds that tightly hold,

One from the salty sea of old,

One from the muds that are twofold,

One from a betraying menace untold.

The Seven will find the Eighth,

And then decide their fate.

But can the world take the weight;

For there to be an eighth?



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