The Xebalbic Prophecy

The Xebalbic Prophecy

The One will hear the word and refuse the word – but not truly hear it
The roots will grow and burst, truth will be found in one’s self
The Claimant on the crumbling throne will rise, ears burning
Risen, the word will be silenced and the One will be struck deaf to himself

In the planes of keening, another will hear the Word, grasping for it
The Other grows close to Him and begins to understand hidden meaning in ragged gasps
The Claimant rises once more and another falls
The Word is silenced but not lost – the One still bears it in his heart

The Vulture will come to rest on the bones of the Other
He will strip the meat and trace circles in the air on idle wing
Another song is sought but it is the same song
Others will come and with them the One

In darkness I will find him
Where death and oblivion meet
Where it all began the Word will be recovered
What was sundered will be mended

The doors will open wide and what was broken will be forged anew
The Claimant with rise and all will be silent, eternal

The Xebalbic Prophecy

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