Prophecy of Days
by Christy Raedeke
The Prophecy:
With will and labor I built the great tower
To sit atop this place of power
Know this though, 'tis les for defense and more to conceal
what once was lore until i found twas real
You know of the hares and their unity knot
Now find what the flower of life sits atop
These symbols hold wisdom from tribes of the earth
Knowledge essential for new world rebirth.
This birth may come like a storm or a dove.
The outcome lies in how much we can love
Like gravity, love is a force of great might
True power comes when we connect and unite
Into arcane old knowledge you must delve
To find the secret to twenty-twelve
The oldest myths, the oldest sages
Point only upward to explain the ages
The butterfly will emerge in three different ways
At the source, at your core and by the way of the days
Called feather serpent when spoken in code
Connected to all by the great white road
Remember this always, and above all other
The wise ones grasp the power of our great mother
The number, the stars, the cycles and days
Should all be counted, should all be praised
Know chi is in everything, through and between
Yet despise its great power it remains quite unseen
Its quality transforms as we tread backwards 'round
To the great years ores we are fastened and bound
Watch closely the Fraternitas and follow each lie
An animal is most dangerous when it knows it may die
Look for who profits from war, who controls by fear
At the end of this age, their end too could be near
When the masses, by new bondage and slavery are torn
Eight bate, the last day-keeper, shall be born
This beginning of the end before the new beginning will arrive
The twelfth of November, nineteen hundred ninety-five
As writ in the prescient fable
Told to me found a far eastern table
'Tis me, Fergus who would begin the story
But one named Catrina will usher in the glory.
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