Copyright © 2012 Suzanne Yost
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The Prophecy
A city built on foundations pure and clean,
Crystal clear and hate unseen,
Earn a gem of the most elegant mold,
So bestowed the city of Medicandi, worth more than gold.
Around the gem, Medicandi must be built,
Evenly and with care or so shall it wilt.
If all spent sweat is for naught
By dark clouds the city will be bought.
But whence the brewing evils of man
Steal goodness to disrupt the plan,
Greed and lust will corrupt the peace of Medicandi.
The city must then toil and travel to place of sandy.
The people who pass each test,
Must band together with the rest.
Hardships and grudges be put aside,
And they forge on after those who've died.
Deep in hearts, evil will stay,
And challenge people along the way.
But one hero will triumph for the city,
And bring them out of pain and pity.
Though travel through harsh blows and tests of mind,
The one will not let greed and hate make him blind.
Humble and fierce the soul will be,
That will save the dear crystal that is Medicandi.
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