Author's note: This poem is part of the series the adventures of Jim. It tells of the prophecy Jim is in ( you know this prophecy might speak of some else and not Jim). In his poem I have included my invented language called Analong. If you want to see the translation look at the bottom.
Nobody is allowed to copy my language!!!! Or Else. Remember I am the first person in treasure planet Fandom to invent my own language!
Wélon nwelo etwen dalonor jenolé etwen dainwil jarlonol
Wéno wélon nwelo jone agothen jenolé degrinor
Nwelo fenir don etwen igronir renoflek wéno darfinel
Etwen eyo pwentwe finotorés gothéne alanofe fenir gogonef trentire nwelo igronir renchir.
Wélon nwelo etwen fibla etwen don nelonir mallenéf deneliné des etwen jarlonol.
Dherit finotorés gothéne drecknot etwen regolif nwelo dalonor
Deliminatést etwen plikrent wéno zerinir wélon etwen jarlonol
Senilor fenir delikfron nwelo shaterir alacnil
finotorés gothéne alanorelést nifty gethroné etwen dalonor
Nwelo paraclentilo finotorés gothéne entore denironel wéno dos chalifon dolenirést
Dos etwen jrenol finotorés gothéne alonerelé wéno etwen dilfineks finotorés gothéne desinik.
Dos etwen pweltor finotorés gothéne morést wéno etwen molarn jenolést!
Etwen Yesiuha delern finotorés gothéne nifty dreclenot érinor selifonel!
El etwen beliknons dery nwelo airir avalont entorést relifnoné
Dos etwen degones nwelo etwen dolnog trentire finotorés gothéne gothnést jone
Etwen Shantwethnelir finotorés gothéne entoré mallenéf legonef suron
Dweln finotorés gothéne etwen shaterir dailm nifty entoré mallenos dalinoré nalinif
Dasinel nullré etwen Shantwethnelir nofton jwentil etwen sanilon nwelo etwen prophanai
Dasinel etwen don nofton grentiré jone
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Translation
Out of the darkness comes the dawn of light
and out of its making comes destiny
of a boy of immense knowledge and strength
the one who shall find a hidden trove of immense riches
out of the fire the boy emerges glorified by the light
There shall return the demon of darkness
To conquer the worlds and shun out the light
Above a crowd of broken people
Shall rise the boy once again to fight the darkness
Of life shall be reborn and for death diminishes.
For the heroes shall rise and the villains shall fall
For the gates shall open and the king shall come!
The holy crest shall once more return to the throne!
Oh the stars many of them yet to explore
And among them keeps a weapon
For the survivor of the lost richness shall grasp it
The omniscient one shall be striked upon
Then shall the broken love yet again be mended once more!
Only but the omniscient one can change the course of the prophecy.
Only the boy can save it
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