The Prophecy is a poem stated in the very first stage of Drakengard 3. It foretells the circumstances that befall the individuals encountered by the singularity Zero, as well as that of Zero herself and the varying futures beyond her trappings.[1]
Poem
A thirstful whore
with lips agasm
Her web unspundled,
left to blight
A fortrace drowning
in the blasm
Her walls vansieged
by falseful mite
An anvil tyed
by lock and lash
Her works abounding
like the hare
An icy love
by fire knashed
Her tears for him
a dulcy aere
A farewell kiss
from lealfast drake
Her end a cork
pulled from the wine
Which falls in
gemel angels' wake
And reddens this,
our dearthly stein
Or will the flower
splay her flaps
Contract and birth
a world defaced?
Or will her thornish
sword be snapt
The flower broken
for the vase?
Or will the songstyr
dance and scend
A eulogy beneath
her boots?
The world will meet
a tangled end
Betwixt its voul,
labrynthin roots
