Tia Silverthorne Bach

Tala Prophecy Tia Silverthorne Bach

Tala Prophecy Ancient Power rises, unfolding in the cusp Of a full moon, eclipsed in darkness, Foretold within a dream. She witnessed blood covenants, Hers and theirs converge. Sorrow one spills forth victory, unleashing demonic rivalry, a new breed of soldiers, hellsmouth pulses with blood thirst. Sorrow two fulfills the final battle, Merging creature and white blood, One of flame, one of night, At eighteen years it will commence, Spiritual warrior and power, Will bring an end to the lawless ones. If light encompasses, Those with wicked two, Will then have four for evermore. Those filled with love, Will find life everlasting. But if evil conquers, Life endless too shall be, Hell's gates will burst open, And Satan's army will spill out.