ℌ𝖊 broke the tether; 𝖍𝖊's confound.
Forevermore, they are still bound.
All that 𝖍𝖊 mustered was in vain,
In dimmed darkness, there's a chain.
The regal Moon in night shines bright,
Her purposes affront 𝖍𝖎𝖘 sight.
The summer Sun rose high, glared down,
Her fate entwined, she wears the gown.
All not for naught, 𝖍𝖊 isn't swayed,
In freezing cold there's a shade.
Despair and promise—there's the deal.
A wayward child imprints the seal.
Rebellious thoughts born out of malice,
The status quo upsets the balance,
Three moving toward the Dark sublime,
Envisioned futures tear down the time.
"Now, then..."
This is good.
Like, really good.
I am so curious about who the male is in this poem/prophecy.
I didn't really understand the meaning of this poem.
P.S. I've always had problems with rhyming pieces.