The Myrrost'a Prophecy

Two shining jewels in the midst of the light
Shatter as their hearts are taken.
Loss of one and loss of hundreds,
Evil in silence from evil awaken.
Glorious union will see the end,
Forgotten in memory lie empty thrones.
One will arise from beginnings unknown,
whose blood stirs life among the stones.
From bloodstained lips the last one will speak,
Atonement for those who broke their oath.
The children of gods hide their hands well.
The Myrrost’a is he who will come from both.

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