The Song's Prophecy

[Hinera]

Beware, oh mortals, of the twilight's embrace,
For in its depths lies a sinister grace.
A darkness stirs, a power untamed,
That shall weave its threads through the fabric unnamed.
From the depths of the abyss, where shadows dwell,
Comes a force of darkness, a tale to tell.
It seeks to twist, to corrupt, to rend,
And bring about a transformation without end.
In the heart of the night, where stars do fade,
Shall emerge a figure, cloaked in shade.
With eyes aflame and heart of blackened coal,
They shall unleash a darkness that consumes the soul.
Through whispers in the wind and whispers in the mind,
They shall sow the seeds of darkness, unkind.
And those who heed their call, and those who dare,
Shall find themselves caught in a web of despair.
For in the dark transformation that is to come,
All that was once pure shall be undone.
The light shall fade, the shadows grow deep,
And darkness shall reign, in silence, in sleep.