From the shadows of the dark
The evilest form shall rise
To lay his waste upon the land
To destroy the dawning skies

In the night he stakes his claim
To tear the light asunder.
With blood red eyes that pierce the dark
And voice of deepest thunder

A hero of light shall arise
To face his darkness in his lair
And pit the warmth of inner light
Against his cold unyeilding stare

For only the one of purest heart
May face his dark disguise
But only one can win the fight
While the other simply dies

Who will with this mighty fight?
No pony could ever say.
For it was the deepest darkest night
That brought the brightest day.

For when the night was over
And the break of dawn did sound
Neither was left standing
His amulet is on the ground

His amulet's all that remains
Of this great battle never seen.
What was the fate of the hero of light
And her greatest foe: The Fiend?

No pony shall see of even know
His amulet was lost from view
For history claimed it for its own
And reveals it's secrets few.

And so time passes, the world forgets
As all in time ordain
Have we reached the end of our tale
Or shall history repeat again

Author's Note

Here I wrote a little prophecy based poem that I thought would be a great addition to the story but didn't know where to add it in so I decided to make it a separate entity all together.