Prophecy Poem by Mike Shanahan

I come with constant Drum
Through Corridors of Time eternal
In my new Array I move
To sate my appetite.
My Being to this end
I come to break the Seal
To become the One
I make the Night, My Place,
To Heaven raise my bow.
Thunder sounds
My Number Six by three
Unleashing Terror to the four winds
Two Towers Tall my breath upon them
My laughter echoes cross the lands and waters
And in the silence of the night that follows
The Beat of hoof uncloven, my purpose clear and certain
A Prophecy to fulfill
I Come.