From the blood of Dragons, a child shall rise,
Born of fire and fear, her fate sealed with lies.
For she is the chosen, the one who will bring
A reign of darkness, to a world with its dark king.
Her power is great, her heart full of hate,
And with her might, she'll seal the world's fate.
For all who oppose her, there'll be no escape,
As she unleashes her wrath, and darkness takes shape.
The Dragonorn they call her, from earth and ash she'll emerge, a destiny to complete, into a beast she shall merge.
But a choice she'll be given, to choose light or dark, and with her decision, she'll ignite a new spark.
For the Dragonborn's power can be used for good, to vanquish the darkness, and bring light where it stood.
So with her choice, a new age can begin,
And the Dragonborn's power can be used to win.
But beware, all who hear this prophecy's call,
For the Dragonborn's rise will bring the world's fall.