Take 2:

Earth, air, water, fire
Combine to bring to Void desire
The Little One calls,
Its wrath invoked
Though silence falls.
Her foe provoked
Cold fire, burning brightly;
Thoughts unbound, not taken lightly.
Dead, her sire, unknown, found again
One of Brannovi, one of fifteen
The Little One, born to free, makes sixteen
The Heart's soul cries out -
It wants to be held,
To be rid of all doubt;
Wants its foes felled,
Wants them Without.
The Little One is there to answer,
There to free, there to make sure
The demon does not and does naught,
Even in the child of the Heart.
The Little One's journey refuses to end,
Even in deah, even in Void, even once though
To be gone forever, though everlasting faith willn't be bent
Silent chaos before the raging storm
Surrender to it 'fore it surrenders itself.
Find the Blade, find Raven's Venom,
Find the Temple, and outshine the Pearl
Is your mission, Little One; lightning bolt; arisen;
The will behind the power, these wings unfurled
The word, the wise, and the unforgiven.
Beware the ruficollis,
Look out for albicollis,
Welcome tasmanicus,
Protect dear boreus,
Destroy old edithae,
Befriend sweet cryptoleucus,
Teach crassirostris,
Learn from wise coronoides.
Brannovi of Fifteen; the Burned:
Dragomir the Sly and Ashnan the Brave,
Enkimdu, Enbilulu, Ereshkigal and Ishkur of the Winds;
Lahar, Nanshe, Nidaba, Ninkasi, and Namma of the Tides;
Enki the Priest; Tomar, Dubh Sidhe; Aajir, father of omens -
And Xanthus, Lord of Death, of Sorrow.
Watch over them, onyx bird so bold in flight -
Hear their call and turn to Obsidian;
Go to them, save them, and let them save you.
Bird of Smoke, Bird of Thunder -
Keep not from Death his heart's Desire
Wield it mighty, wield it fierce,
Blackened Blade of charred in pierce;
More than a goddess, better than belief,
Judging not for absence of nothing,
For nothing's in its place;
Rightly so, forthright it is.
This prophecy's done,
Make of it what you will,
For none can change,
No bird nor magic,
How this tale will end.