twelve

in stone carved with,
a chiseled knife
the prophecy shines
day through night

years passing by and
nights falling to score
days tallying up
and forever more

the prophecy of three
with a glowing light
is striking fear
through all their might

"so come the day
the three will rise
follow the five
that are filled with spite

turn tables and
split heads of stone
and steel
they will do

unstoppable by force
intercept able by mind
invisible by strength
destructible by smarts

four will rise to
challenge the feud
three will live
nine will die

the feud will set scores
and change the future
but doing so
will scar the present"

and so the fear lays deep
in the roots of kins
waiting like ducks
for the dreaded day