The hammer will fall when the suns soon a-rise, when world events call, let it not then surprise.
Tides will resound as they draw and row, to settle long into their stake. Twill be no calm fore, lest many know all some more, for their barrows will then all forsake.
World leaders will rend from bough off to lands-end, and make tithe their makings demise. In half and a mere, will be changes from there, and the world will resound in their choice.
Genghis called from the east to a world fixed in fleece and had nary a feel for their air. But in time settles too thin, was the mark of his whim, for his end was remixed their surprise.
An Archduke will thus dawn, moving his knight for his pawn, and his Queen will hold power over all, for battles once thought as one, will be first then to come, for those past days will return for the call.
Higher aims were their make, little known of the stake, for Wall Street thought tithes had been paid, but the moor and its streaks, colors wisdom now weak, arrogance calls painting all of what’s made.
Never weaken your strength in your power you’ll wrest length, those visioned subtle will stand and then rise. Second moon full to third, carried power in its word, the struggle then arrives in demise.
Parry on waves the flag as the armies both tag, and their waves struggle forth and show white, history’s wrong ill makes stake, Mediterranea calls finally its make, and then shows of its final lays wise.
One tide penny once spent in its making then sent will be altered its future need be, from land to the sea, each great nation shall be, then returned to its former future plea.
Once past noticed an age when the spirits and the sage, were the smallest and the greatest ever be. Rising ghosts will return, making stars lit the urn, and the callers known turning their rage.
Smallest things mind the King, from new shores will then bring, into places and ages of old. Rise his forces in mind, will be worn to their kind, and make shift of the meadows once bold.
Poorer times have been known, lands in value now rowed, and what thought of as steel now makes dust. The days soon will then come, where the rich fall to one, and then weary will swoon as they must.
The eighth moon resounds as the seventh now abounds, pockets power and spirit from the third. When the fifth has been laid, its grand fixture will be made, when it calls people notice on the word.