Prophesy of the Gods

Forgotten in the lore
Forgotten in the time
The memories that were brought
Lost within a rhyme
Our history now scattered
Amongst the winds that blow
The secrets that unraveled
Melting away like snow
Hidden in deep waters
Beyond the murky shores
Laying at the bottom
Don’t ask anymore
Locked away within the depths
Of gates that will be forever more
Lay the Keepers of the skies
The Gods that were supposed to soar
For now they sleep and dream
But are fitful to waken
To protect their children
From the freed banshee’s scream
Two will rise to break the lock
A spirit will guide their way
To do this they must beat the clock
A world they must save.