by
Sabdapalan
The palace remembers
After five hundred years
The prophesy made
Through a minister's tears
The mountain trembles
The lava burns
The spurned priest
At last returns
For his waiting people
He kept his word
They no longer fear
The crescent sword.
The Prophecy
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