¶ THE PROPHECY ¶
Lost in a forest, a willow weeps
Tale of two hearts, born of deceit.
Times were dark, tragedy forspeaks
One was fire, the other simmered heat
Tale of two lovers, born of deceit
Lost in a forest, the willow weeps.
Time rolls free, the tale repeats
A prophecy once told, now fulfill.
Lost in a forest, the willow sits still
Waiting for the time, two hearts shall meet
Born of deceit, the willow weeps
Tale of two lovers,
One fire, the other –