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The Oakmoon Prophecy
She shall come.
Great oak's eye,
Ever watchful.
Ne'er does she blink,
High in the nights sky.
Upon the right,
Burning bright,
Shall she be marked,
An oaken leaf.
Hidden from sight.
Just to the right.
Before yuletide come.
Surrounded by stone.
Noble of blood.
Pure of heart.
Guided by love.
Made of greatness.
Correction of injustices.
Fix that which tis broken.
Reach for the stars.
Love shall be hers.
(A Draca Chronicles Introduction)
© A.R.Kicinski
Great oak's eye,
Ever watchful.
Ne'er does she blink,
High in the nights sky.
Upon the right,
Burning bright,
Shall she be marked,
An oaken leaf.
Hidden from sight.
Just to the right.
Before yuletide come.
Surrounded by stone.
Noble of blood.
Pure of heart.
Guided by love.
Made of greatness.
Correction of injustices.
Fix that which tis broken.
Reach for the stars.
Love shall be hers.
(A Draca Chronicles Introduction)
© A.R.Kicinski
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