Wings of Fire - New Prophecy
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Two dragons born, the beginning and the end
Two dragons die, should've been friends
One of whom is cursed to the ground
The other may change the one's frown
A drop of mud is separated from the puddle
A grain of sand made to struggle
No fish are in the pond
A strand of silk has broken it's bond
The fruit shall rally these four to pilot
Mud shall drown many in quiet
Sand and water will encase thousands
And silk will love a fruit so much
That it'll burn a million for such
The one who is cursed to the floor
Will be killed by the dark
Unless the darkness restores the bond
Then all dragons will be nothing but a mark
Author's Notes
Feel free to recommend any changes, I'd be happy to hear them!