Poems of the End

I

For on the day that the fire rises from the deep you shall see in the night sky, the moon devoured by a pack of wolves. An ancient icy fiend who has dwelled below great peaks in the north. He shall hear the call of his brethren and rise to swallow the moon.

II

The dead shall eat of the tree, and they shall see the light and the darkness, the world shall be made clear and the world shall be a fire that is grey. The tree that is black will grow in the depths and in its branches shall grow the seeds of judgment.

III

Within the city of smoke, the undead will rise to meet death and he shall find them unworthy.

The dead will rise to meet the fire of the new sun and he shall bring them to new life.

IV

The sleeping earth will rise from nod and the world will see the sun once more.

The dragon of the west will fall to the maws of the end.

The Crown of Illumire will be be cast down.

Three shall remain.