An Occupation will scar the land,

And be dismissed by a Prophet's hand.

And after the sunlight dwindles to dark,

The journey begins on which we embark.

The first and the last shall join as one,

And be their gateway to our sun.

A message that has been handed to me,

Shall scorn our nation to set us free.

The locusts shall come, a terrible cloud,

Our terrible cries will be heard aloud.

The pledge shall be made to save all life,

To only be cut by our own knife.

And thus our efforts shall go in vain,

To witness our friends as they are slain.

And all we shall know will be despair,

For we are too late, they are everywhere.



Trekor's Final Prophecy

Discovered 2375, Bahalla excavation site

Translated from Ancient Bajoran