Young shall go to face the old,
Whom were once both bright and bold.
Soon is coming the Journeys end,
Through twists and turns corners and bends.
Your beloved one will be at peace,
Your life a building on a lease.
The gods are busy, or so they say,
A grander price which you shall pay.
The leader will come again in first,
The losers prize worst of the worst.
1st prophecy in my book! Just pm me if you want a prophecy written, or to use one of mine for a story. Review if this is a good idea.
-WiseGirlAnnabethChase