The Poem of Prophecy
The land of the gods tore to shreds,
The veil was torn, the world shall end.
Two gods in a half-blood,
This was unheard of.
Kaleidoscope eyes; the fate to prosper,
This is the wrath of Hephaestus's Daughter.
To old ruins across the sea,
This here is the key.
Forty years have come and gone,
Great Olympus, Her last song sung.
The doors closed with no one to oppose,
Until the sea rose.
Alone in the land, the fate to raise,
The son of Hades; he seeks and saves.
A quest to be ordered, just the two,
To save Olympus, before she unglues.
Old Father of the sea,
Olympus to tired to keep at ease.
The calm before the storm,
This is how the new world forms.
Spheres of colors will aide,
These two that have come of age.
Automans and the Dead,
The greatest war, the sea shall end.
If Olympus deems worthy, they will rise again,
Back to the beginning of the end.
