A valley:
Dark and deep
And hidden in the vestiges of time;
Reserved in shadows for when time is done
Forbidden, dry and bleak and white,
Beyond the hallows of the ancient sun;
Rest place of the reaper’s blade
Of bones

Jacob’s death
Lies old and silent there
Beneath the ceaseless, sunless light of doom
And cries:
Blood-red and dry and dusty tears
For hope cut off, and perished

Two shall rise
Above the rest.
In strength, power, and wisdom.

Two shall stand
for what is right,
and shall protect, all else from harm.

Two shall stand,
Two shall rise,
Two shall conquer.

Note: This is the beginning to
a story I'm writing, It's a Prophecy
about the main characters, Venus and Vakos.