The three pieced Prophecy
A prince named Joseph will have five wives,
Each one he loves, but only one can bear a child.
A son named to the next king will exist,
Given to an old woman with an owl on her wrist.
After a year, a daughter will be loved.
Named after her mother, beautiful as a dove,
Given to a woman’s crow heart.
Fear, not the black dragon,
For it is the guardian of Calshire’s young lion.
Back at the river where siblings separated,
Unwinding and binding of heart’s thirst of truth untold.
What you have read and what is said is true,
Trust your heart and this book will follow you,
Well announced: the home of the royals is again united!
The third piece is ripped...