Going off prompt for this day, since I'm so far behind anyway.
I stumbled across this poem while scavenging through old journals looking for ideas. I used to run an Amber RPG, long, long ago, and this was a prophecy the characters had to decipher. I remember writing out the couplets on strips of paper, and as the characters explored in the game, they would happen upon the scattered "scrolls". Eventually, they had to all come together and piece the prophecy together to interpret it. Such fun! And how I miss those days.
After a bit of tidying, here it is:
The Jester King will take his wife
The two will disappear.
In his place, the Sun will rise
And reign for a thousand years.
Then, at the dawn of a newborn age
A fearsome storm will rise
To rend apart the Unicorn’s child
To blot out the Serpent’s Eye
But lose not hope when the Heart fills with pain
Those who fell will fall once again
And from within the storm’s bleak well
The Dark Queen returns from her Citadel
And from its lofty paradise
The Realm of Light will fall
Its silvered towers crumbled,
As well its pristine halls
Once the storm has been sated
Its venomous fury dispelled
A child born from the lost line
Will emerge as it is quelled
This child, the bearer of hope
Will set the fallen son free—
Those powers will balance chaos
When bound to the Order Tree
Seek ye, Children of the Rose,
To learn your father’s ways
And bring back the young old king
To serve out the rest of his days
The bastard of the Stranger
Will take up arms and fight
This child battles anger;
This child battles night
She will fight the false father
She will crush his bones
She will end his duplicity and
Destroy the holder’s throne.