Our world was born from the magic of two.
The smiling twins whose creations grew.
They painted walls with ideas anew.
Until the dark day we came to rue.
When one jealous hand used mud to undo.
And the life of many too soon was through.
But listen to this prophecy with open ears.
To know what happens ever thousand years.
The Shadow Swine will make you live in fear.
Bringing death to those whom you hold so dear.
For they will open the doorway so wide.
That none of you will find a place to hide.
And the Creators will stop
As their dreams are drained.
Before 12 moons wax and wane.
But hope will lie in the hands of twins
Born on the cusp of the second millennium.
On the eleventh year of their lives.
They will join together like single forged knives.
Their battle will be long with 7 evils to undo.
Scattered around will be 7 clues.
And many will perish before they are through.
But our world will be saved if their art is true.