By Amanda Pizzolatto

Word Count: 228

Rating: G

Summary: A poetic prophecy about the Isle of the Seven Cities

You will know the end of the slumber is near
When the chosen people fight their way here;
From the capital of Antillia they will come,
And with them comes the Djinn and a new sun.
They will arise when it seems that evil is in control
Of every city and lake, and every mind and soul.
The red lord fights for others with his heart and fire
Searching for a love that is ever so higher.
The lady in blue has power over the cold and ice
But can create friendships and is quite nice.
Metal covers the body of the orange lord
Who has by his side both courage and sword.
The yellow lady reigns over wind and air
Letting her hope expand and reach everywhere.
Aether surrounds the lord in pink
Revealing the light in the way he thinks.
The lord in mauve controls the earth, dirt and sand;
His kindness spreading across the land.
Water rushes towards the lady in white
Whose sincerity is established at first sight.
Trees respond to the touch of the green lady
Who warms them with her heart full of purity.
Electricity bends at the will of the purple lord
Whose thirst for knowledge absorbs every word.
Thus the elements and the virtues must unite
In order for all to rise victorious from the fight.