Guys, I just finished my novel, The Destined, last night. And so, I realized in it, I wrote a horrible poem.
It's supposed to be a passage of the prophecy. Just a passage...
Was I drunk when I wrote this or high? Decide for me... Interpret this for me... what do YOU get out of it?
As the moon goes bright, his body must live to fight
When his mind begins to doubt
She will enter his mind
And he will not pout
With his staff, he will find the courage to fight
All because of her and that glorious night
The night that created the kiss of destiny
The night that will determine the fate of the kingdom
It will happen unexpectedly
This is no way to flee
Nor do we know who will give him the kiss of fate
But if this night shall not occur
Darkness will have the first strike and the world shall be as a blur
And that will start the end of destiny
She will die a cold and heartless death
The earth will cry tears of blood as the destined admit defeat
This night will come without warning
If he is wise, he will not deny the kiss of destiny
Or the world will end as we know
And darkness will celebrate a victory's first blow