The Wanderer's Prophecy

In time so far past,
Where nothing there can ever last.
So born is the mighty power,
Who above all can tower.
With the powers four they can rule,
But dicipline the Wanderer must ensue.
First conquer fire,
The souls true desire.
Second conquer air,
The heart can lead thee there.
Third conquer water,
The one to still the slaughter.
Last conquer earth,
The minds solid worth.
Combine the powers of old,
To access the true power untold.
By the spirits of long ago,
This power will destroy the darkened flow.
Written in the stars,
There will come a time when the darkness barres.
Only the chosen one can be redeemed,
And thwart the darkness's evil scheme.
With the truest sacrifice ever made,
Will the Wanderer ensure the lightened aid.
Of pure heart,
And freed soul,
The sacrifie of the start,
The Wanderers spirit shall unfold.