Single shines the sun at dawn
Lightening strikes
No one knows the war isn't done
As the rain began
so did the fight
Evil sees a chance to undo
What has been planted
Aided by advocates who desire to see one fail
But the prophet daughters will prevail
And guide the one who will sail
On wings of an Angel
Precious gifts snatched in the night
In the witching hour
Fed lies bent on their corruption
The One who will triumph lives in the
Holy Tower.