AabahranProphecy of the Gate
Eschatology · by Historian Eril
[Original Publication by Herald Faulch Wordsmith]
It enters slowly through the gate The townsfolk cry out at their fate The spawn of the rift, alive, in truth With razor claws and blackened tooth The people can not avoid their fate Until its bloodlust, it doeth sate The Peoples Army, who defy their gods By joining forces, with factions at odds Will stand strong first and then retreat No faction agreeing where to meet Each man will then follow his heart And Army or Faction will fall apart The evil that has risen in the square Will challenge all, who claim to care The people stunned and paralyzed Will not be able to avert their eyes the riftspawn shows them their demise Then the creature struck and by surprise The Evil thing then does spin around The world is stunned what, there, is found The creatures jaw then hits the floor Its a mortal man, and nothing more. Its eyes then burn with the rage inside It rushes the man, overcome with pride My vision ends there, it clouds with haze May the answers come to us in closer days
by Faulch Wordsmith