The Desecrated Savant

What is this madness?
What has the world come to?

Blood runs through the land like rivers,
The people cry out in pain on the streets.

The governing authorities run amok, naked in their iniquities.
The people, they beg and plead, grovel and pray for redemption.

For all is lost, the darkness has descended.
For who can be our savior, when no one can match the power of this darkness?

Darkness taints the land, which has become cursed beyond blessing.
It seeps deep into the spirit of the world, drowning it in suffering.

What is this malediction, this anathema?
What gruesome game of the gods is this?

For all hope is lost, and we cry out in our anguish for salvation.

The ascension of the darkness leaves us dead in our plight.
We fall silent, our ashes burning and flying away, forgotten in our wounds.

But, the prophetess, in her clairvoyance, says this:

“The White Rose shall come and dispel the darkness.
Fear not, my little children.”

A covenant unto us was given, and we shall see it kept.

As of now, there are only prologues to the story because I feel like revealing information that way.

Please Note:
Cover Photos are not mine, I just did some horrible job of meshing them together.
Also, this story will be updated sporadically, whenever I feel like it.

(Fun fact about this poem: I wrote it during Spanish class because I was bored)

Thank you and try to enjoy this story.