Ok, so you've heard a lot about it now. Here is the prophesy. Jareth thought this would be a good interval to include it in.

As Creation shakes each twelfth hour

Many leaves shall fall

Turning yellow, dry and broken

Time shall claim them all.

But in the deep, Creation's servant,

Loving, full of care,

Gives his blood, his mind, his heartbeat,

His breath becomes the air.

When Time's dominion seems to crumble,

Thirteen stops the circle round

Then Creation's servant sleeping

'neath the smooth and grassy mound.

But twelve will chime afore thirteen,

So Time can breach that wall,

Bringing heartache, sorrow, bloodshed.

His Labyrinth shall call.

Pan lies quiet, Herne's antlers broken

Deep, Creation cannot see

Injustice' spears when raised, rich stained,

Black with Royal blood shall be.

Then Creation's servant's eyes,

One of night and one of day,

In a King will now be opened,

Come the monstrous Time to slay.

Once the Light will banish horror,

Striking down encroaching sleep

But Light himself will be defeated,

This conquering an honour, keep.

Emeralds blaze, set face of courage,

Desperation in her stride,

Creation's servant's riddle broken,

She shall be the Light One's bride.

Time will stop and love will blossom,

The tree of fruit begin to grow,

Before the clock that striketh twelve,

Shameful, faceless, dare to show.

Stealing thoughts to finance evil,

Ceaseless from the dark they strive,

Sleepers' peace is rent asunder,

Of two but one is left alive

Desperation follows battle,

Salt water kisses deep of brave,

'til Creation's servant wakens,

Bringing hope, to serve, to save.

Strong sword in hand to wield and gentle,

Death aligned so close to life,

Black will flow to bloodless chalice,

An end to anger, fear and strife.

Loss and pain so closely allied,

Light would gift her up Above,

Giving up his breath, his heartbeat,

To live within the one he loves.

Death for both gives life eternal,

From ancient magic to invoke,

Linked forever, one becoming,

Turning on harsh words once spoke.

When truth hurts like the hell it is,

So hope rise in the strength of line,

Giving lovers one forever,

In which to crush the world of Time.

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