The Prophecy

Brought to life
From innocence
A stranger in this world
A stranger to its ways

Through the night
A messenger
Flies upon the wind
For he knows what is at stake

And somewhere high
Beyond the sun
The ones who know
Wait in stillness for this one

At the gates
A solemn glance
Bids the page come in
As candles greet the night

Through the narrow halls
Of dark and weathered stone
Climb the winding stairs
Led by the full moon's light

But while the world
Sleeps below
Darker powers prepare
To charge by dawn's first glow

(Could it be...)
As told in ancient times
(Could it he...)
Searching for a sign