Was it a lovers tiff to write such words
Of me, your blossom, your whey and curds
Or was it more than I can see?
Could these words be writ by Prophecy?

My foggy brain and reddened cheeks,
Lost words at Mysia, not homes mountain peak
Or is such venom betrothed of me?
Could these words be writ by Prophecy?

Such an evil view of this heart of mine
that bounces, pushes, shoves and whines
Or maybe soon its the way Ill be
Could these words be writ by Prophecy?

An elden hand, weak at the knees
broken dry from long gone centuries
For some theyre here, and one day for me
Could all these words be Prophecy?

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 950 AF.