Quatrains of the Fourth Sun
I The Serpent of Steel shall writhe and bite, A thousand eyes shall witness the sight. From the Mountain of Fire, a torrent descends, And the Earth shall tremble, where life transcends.
Il The Weav of Dreams, his threads unbound, Shall weave a tapestry, where truth is drowned. The Voices of the Many, a discordant choir, Shall drown the whispers of the Wise, consumed by fire.
Ill The Ocean's Gift, a curse disguised, Shall bring forth sickness, where life resides. The Children of the Sun, their faces pale, Shall yearn for shadows, and for the cooling gale.
IV The Tower of Babel, built on shifting sand, Shall crumble and descend, at the touch of a weary hand.
And from its ashes rise, a phoenix bold and new, A world reborn in peace, where truth and justice accrue.
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