Let it be said that she'll rise,
Let it be said that she'll conquer,
display battles till her demise,
With victories she'll conjur.

Let it be said that the fight is won,
Let it be said that the moon is full,
Her men killed there'll be none,
the tug to triumph her armies pull.

Let it be said the world's alight,
Let it be said it runs with blood,
No body will win this fight,
Perish formed as a flood.

The prophecy has spoken,
What shall she choose,
Be the cause of the world's broken,
Or keep the lives they would lose?

© moon rayven