The Prophecy

Brought to life
From innocence
A stranger in this world
A stranger to its ways
Through the night
A messenger
Flies upon the wind
For he knows what is at stake
And somewhere high
Beyond the sun
The ones who know
Wait in stillness for this one
At the gates
A solemn glance
Bids the page come in
As candles greet the night
Through the narrow halls
Of dark and weathered stone
Climb the winding stairs
Led by the full moon’s light
But while the world
Sleeps below
Darker powers prepare
To charge by dawn’s first glow
(Could it be…)
As told in ancient times
(Could it he…)
Searching for a sign