Prophecy

Have something that came about from a tired mind at a darkling time.

Through the looking glass I saw a prophecy of sorts, an image of things to come, near or far it matters not, this will be.

It will happen as foretold and nothing will survive the fires that come before that awful cold,

That winter chill that lasts for a thousand year or more, that endless winter that follows that bloody, terrible war.

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