As the stars shine brightly in the never-ending black space,
As the galaxy swirls into a pool of massive objects that turns out to be a great white lake.
As the blank universe stares into the precious heavens,
Taking its time inside the haven.
Careful not to look down the flaming furnace of the underworld...
Because one wrong move and it will be the destruction of our innocent world.
As the world revolves endlessly...
Not caring about the prophecy,
That someday it will die,
And someone will sacrifice.
Who is this child?
A child that symbolizes the yin.
She that represents the heavens, as beautiful as a star shining.
Is it she that will protect us from the promise of destiny?
Or will she be the reason for us not to feel eternity.
Who is this child?
The one that possesses yang.
He that carries the underworld, when he's young.
Is it he that will destroy this swift eternity?
Or will he be the reason light will be mingled with the darkness sweetly?
Who are those children?
The prophecy that is holding tight.
The words that were said as if a streak of light.
The one's destined for our eternity,
And the one's who will break the belief of energy.
That light shall not be with darkness,
And darkness shall pull out light.
They hold the symbols, only them will see,
Emotionless they may be,
But they will always be the warriors fated to be.
Wrath and rage, they will sate,
And everyone who saw will narrate,
All they have to do is wait.
For no one knows the fate that awaits...
BINABASA MO ANG
Prophecy's Fate
FantasyOnce there was a prophecy, About the world we love so dearly. But no one can read nor can feed, the mouth of destiny. And no one knows what's the fate that awaits...
