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[quote=@LokiLeo789][center][i]
Shattered and broken the fallen king shall sing,

A song of solace in the memories of another: a blood brother,

Eye of thunder upon him, with knowledge gained, he will tear the world asunder.

With a thunderous roar and a revelation of lore, a cataclysm revealed and his fate sealed, 

The power he shall seek, he will surely reap.
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[quote=An excerpt from that crappy prophecy I was working on]
[i]When the time is meaningless, the new brother, our father

shall cause end amain to our suffering and end to the divine.

The First Breath was cursed by its own ruth.

Sith time forby and unto days erelong, 'twas forsooth.

After fire comes rain, joy follows pain.

As the moons' light meets its demise, the Son will rise.[/i][/quote]

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I had a dream last night, a vision. 'Twas a most troubling vision, which I do not fully understand.
I beheld rocky plains, and a great mountain. I beheld the sun and a single moon in the sky.
And I beheld sand. Yet this sand writhed like a living thing. And lo, whatever the sand touched turned into more sand.
The sand crawled across the plains and reached the mountain. And lo, the mountain withered and turned to sand.
Then I beheld the sand build itself into a pillar, stretching up to the heavens.
And the sand grasped the moon, and the moon crumbled to sand.
Then that sand spread across the heavens and smothered the sun.
And the sun was covered completely by the sand, and the sun's rays of light was replaced with a gaze of darkness.
Then the sand was scattered, as though by a strong wind, and the grains were sown among the stars.
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[quote=@Lauder]
[i]A crustacean of the unspeakable horror. The one being of divine monstrosity
A body of grey stand near, boasting vengenance, after slaying unholy shell.
Reminded of duty is the grey, purpose found.
An army of winged terror stand behind, roaring in tongues unknown.
Those of the faceless, the formless rally behind the body.
Blood of the mortal, changed by unholy, sacrificed.
I feel, flecks of grey, see tendrils of sand.
Another roar from the army, those of the faceless charge.
Led by the children of faceless bedlam. 
That of grey stand firm.
A wall of darkness follows the grey. Only eyes of glowing amber remain.
I hear howling, snarling of only the most hellish kind.
I hear fighting of the most violent conceived.
I see the faceless children, intentions melded.
I feel a great pain as it approaches. 
The scene falls to be revealed anew. 
No breath comes to me. A lightness fills my being.
Before I fade I see the grey one, mediating on rock of white. Perhaps of slumbering thoughts, it lies.
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You guys just couldn't help yourselves, could you?

These are fun so far, though. Since I guess we're just plopping them here now, this is something I wrote at some point last night and didn't edit.

[quote=Spoken by a stargazer in a wild place, on a night where the future and the past yearned to meet.]
[i]There is a tree, planted in a graveyard. A living being walks beneath it.
Its scales are those of an elder god.
Its wings are those of a dragon.
The path it treads is Time, and as it walks, it grows tall and strong.

In this tree there lives a caterpillar.
When the being has reached the height of its strength, the caterpillar becomes a moth, and alights on the path of Time.
In the oldest footprints of the being, the moth lays an egg.
That egg hatches.
From the roots of the tree, there emerges a shadow of the being.
Guided by the moth's dying breath, the shadow steps into the graveyard.

From the tombs rise two statues.
One is white and one is black.
The white statue was born with great promise, only to die in silence.
The black statue was born as still as the grave, only to become a prodigy.
Each statue stands by one side of the shadow.

A person draped in many colours steps out from under the tree.
Their wings are those of a moth.
They beckon to the shadow, and it follows their lead.
Darkness envelopes the catacombs.
Beneath this veil, the graveyard becomes a garden.

In the eternal night that follows, the first tree is forgotten.
All around are forests without end.
In its patch of sunlight, the living being paces silently forevermore.[/i][/quote]

If it's not obvious enough now, it will be once the events foretold start to take place. Some things don't mean much, though.