Prophecy(An epic poem)

The user of black flame,
Will bring great shame,
To angels and demons,
With the use of great spells.

Three worlds merge to one,
Leaving all but none.
Three kingdoms fall,
To something so small.
One kingdom rises out of the ashes,
To bring the world from slashes.

The one to bring the world from death,
Thy name is death.

To bring order,
As if Mortar.
To free the the world from sin,
from thy kin.

Much blood will be shed in a war,
But what its for,
Theres more.
Mortals without justification,
Leave destruction in their wake without discrimination.

With the wolf of black and the wolf of white,
The future looks bright.

The one to bring the world from death,
Thy name is death.

Tis the worlds finest hour,
The demons will show their true power.
Satan will launch a campaign,
For mortals, it will bring great pain.
To swallow Aieshia for his master Wlan,
To Rule over all he can.

Though They try,
Mortals will just die.

Two of the Worlds merge,
Leaving one to purge.
The Last world left,
Is Hieshou, a world without.

The one to bring the world from death,
Tis thy name death.

Succeeder to the throne of death,
Not even afraid of dragon's breath.

With black & white wings, and the 30 tailed wolf's tail,
Marked by light and dark, his enemies will fail.
The one to bring the world from death,
Thy name is death.

The many elements are all minior,
for he is finer.

The one to bring the world from death,
Thy name is death.