THE PROPHECY
Those that now rule will rue a day
When those they command refuse to pray
An old most powerful foe will find a way
To escape the bonds of yesterday
And with him will turn one once trusted
But gods persecuted, belittled, & neglected
Mighty gods shackled & toil never to be heard
From Tartarus’ grip, deep in the abyss, of the Underworld
There they will remain for as long as time rules
Until the last bead of their blood is collected & cooled
The outcome they fear fate could yet reject
If the children of tomorrow’s lives intersect
And in their quest three discoveries must be found
Or the deities will face the Moirai & be cut to the Underground
First god & mortal alike, a weakness they must conquer
And only from there, the key may the children conjure
Second, something the gods have naught to know
Selflessness, devotion, & love eternal the hardest to sow
The final discovery for this quest to take place
Is when all children are in the same time & same space
Five arrows to join around heart’s blood of great hope it will lay
Perhaps even more, only I, Themis, can command at the end of the last day
Many eras have tried to face success & prevail
Only to miss the connections & fail
Brothers may harness drops of their power to advise in this cause
For it is written in Themis’ divine law
For only then will the threat be defeated
And to the Isle of Blest the remaining gods be seated
And though their time of rule may end
Full assimilation of immortal blood this Oracle will send
For even if one pure drop remains
Ascending the steps Olympians may again reign
