So this little poem erupted from the notion that that the Score probably rhymed in Ancient Ispanian. It's missing the part about going to Belkenk because I wasn't sure where it fit chronologically...
Two millennia from this time,
In Kimlasca the people will find,
Lorelei's power within its heir,
With eyes of green and crimson hair.
A year in passing will bring a war,
That starts with Hod's fall to the core,
One boy's power will bring the isle,
From the crust an eternal exile.
In the year N-D twenty-eighteen,
The boy with hair of red and eyes of green,
Will come upon the miner's town,
With Lorelei's power, strike it down,
His life ending in the frightening blast,
Renewing war between lands vast.
There will be loss from Malkuth's hand,.
With prosperity in Kimlascan lands.
Lanvaldear's victory will be made,
Once Malkuth's last king meets the blade..
Plague will ravish the Emperor's state,
Kimlasca not spared from this fate,
For a single man will cause the spread,
And soon Kimlasca will be dead.
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Is this future, filled with pain and wrath,
The sole choice, or one of many paths?
Throughout the world these stones I cast,
And hide the message within the last,
Upon the island fate will destroy.
And I place my faith upon this boy,
With hair of red and emerald eyes,
To change the future, or Auldrant dies.