A Coming War?
The wintry lust o'ertook the olive green;
The stranger comes, not being what he seems,
Fragmented into seven minds he be,
The devil in disguise his mastery.
Into the dark and dank recluse received
O'ercast with murky silver sheens-
The monstrous heir as cunning as can be,
For the tainted are his foes and enemies.
Beware the ruby red shall fight the emerald green,
Drawing every eye that greedy or pure shall be.
His roar the blizzard storm that begot him sourly;
More vile than demented he shall seem:
The common and the tainted forever mortal enemies.
A Coming War? by Nagini Riddle
Story Notes:
This was written some time ago for an October Triathlon in 2012.
Warnings are fairly mild.
------------------------------------------
Chapter Endnotes: Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated! I tried for an approach where prophecies are always these type of mind games that people never seem to be able to figure out... :)