The Prophecy of the Last Light
When silver threads through midnight skies,
And threefold moons together rise,
The world shall hush, the stars shall flee—
It is the Last Light of the Trinity.
A daughter born of royal flame,
Shall bear the mark none dare to name.
By sign and soul her fate is spun,
To bind the lost and lead as one.
Five years the final light shall burn,
And in that span, the tides shall turn.
The gate shall crack, the dark shall wake,
And all shall fight for what's at stake.
Her hands shall stir the sleeping flame,
The Weapon moves and speaks her name.
Yet false signs rise and truth may hide,
When hope is drowned in blood and pride.
But when the moons in shadow flee,
And stars weep fire into the sea,
Then shall her path rise bold and free—
Led by the Last Light of the Trinity.