The Prophecy Complete

Sure on this shining night,
The winds of change have taken flight;
The stars shine bright upon the sight:
Of battle, fought and won.

A hero lost but later found
Appeared upon the hallowed ground,
And walked alone without a sound
To do what must be done.

With his family by his side,
Supporting him with love and pride,
He met his foe and cruelly died;
The prophecy complete.

But fate was not yet fully cast,
For he had not yet breathed his last.
He still had left one final task:
His enemy to meet.

So he returned to living hell
And cast his final, damning spell.
At last the Dark Lord finally fell;
His spirit passed away.

Sure on this shining night,
The winds of change have taken flight.
The sun shines bright with dawn’s first light
Upon a clear, new day.