Warriors of the Mark

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The Prophecy Of The Marked Ones

When darkness rises in one mage, A scourge of darkness for the age
A man and fiend, a witch's dream, An evil stain on history's page

Then shall the lands be overcast, Then gathering storms shall ever last
Then shall the Art be rent apart, Of goodness shall the races fast

The mage shall seek the thirded shard, And thus made whole shall precious guard
His newfound power beneath his tower, Reap treasures such as sung by bards

So shall the marked ones meet their fate, Who once too oft evoke his hate
A crystal whole shall rend the souls, From form and thought - obliterate

They'll suffer death but will not die, To pass Beyond they'll often try
A bolted Gate will make them wait, No matter where their souls may fly

Formless thoughtless will they roam, And fade to memories barely known
'Til each will find one of like mind, And in all races find a home

Years shall pass while each shall drift, Flawed by curses none can lift
Bound by chains of fate again, Joined by time's sweet gift.

All shall flee and sail the skies, All shall search with weakening eyes
Two lost jewels found not by fools, The three made one will marked ones rise

Old and new together stay, and try the would be god to slay
Then from the past the brethren last, shall take the thirded shard away

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