Prophecy of Shadows

Whispers in the shadows, tales untold,

Echoes of a prophecy, brave and bold.

In the silence, secrets unfold,

A story of gods, daring and old.

In a world where old gods reign supreme,

Endings carve the edges of a moving dream.

But beneath the veil, a whisper calls,

The untold rises as the old guard falls.

Flickering flame, a trembling spark,

Loyalty sworn in the dark.

A vow to the god of the end,

But her heart holds a secret, a bend.

Isabella, midst echoes’ call,

Bound to a fate that could make her fall.

Through moss-grown halls and fading light,

She walks the line between day and night.

Prophecy’s shadow, destiny’s thread,

The gods’ fall is what she’s led.

In the conservatory, where time once bloomed,

Flowers of memory, now lost, consumed.

Lanterns glow only when gods fall,

A silent prayer, a dying call.

A promise made, a loyalty sworn,

In the temple’s hush, her spirit worn.

Unfinished stories in her veins,

A future where freedom remains.

Isabella, midst echoes’ call,

Bound to a fate that could make her fall.

Through moss-grown halls and fading light,

She walks the line between day and night.

Prophecy’s shadow, destiny’s thread,

The gods’ fall is what she’s led.

Banned magic, fear’s disguise,

They hid the truth behind their lies.

But secrets seep and truths unfold,

A future story yet untold.

As lanterns blink and gods descend,

Her vow stands firm, begun, not end.

In the balance, hope prevails,

Unfinished stories, trails of tales.