The Prophecy

He will save the world from blood and tears.
He will shave off all those fighting years.
He has a power that will shake the core
And it will silence the drums of war.
He is coming....
You will know him by his icy blue eyes
And the fire that will cover the skies.
His raven black hair is easy to spot
And it can also be fire hot.
He is coming....
He has earth, water, sky, and fire
All above the funeral pyre.
Many deaths will be in his wake
Only if you give what he takes.
He is coming....
He will have wings of water
Which will burn even hotter.
And his flames of earth
Give to you a fiery birth.
He is coming....
Cold fire will surround him like
A mysterious shroud does a spike.
And then he has the restricting sky
To hold him back so he won’t die.
He is coming....
He will stop this petty, foolish war
And will quiet all the tools of lore.
So the truth that they will never expect
That he was actually a reject.
For he is coming.