I was sitting on my throne, thinking of my empire and peace of that, there was not much to do, because this did not need a head, however, control and protection needed. But suddenly, I went into a deep trance: my eyes took a look and pale white glow, like a dead, my claws gripped and held the side armrests of the throne very strongly, almost scratching these with my nails, my body rocked rhythmically but in an unpredictable swing while my voice, as multiple voices, began to repeat in unison a kind of phrases:

 

The stars sing,

The stars sing songs

Song of Life

Song of Death.

Which was denied by Oblivion

For two moons may be awarded

And Oblivion would accept it as such.

 

The songs sound,

The songs sound in time

Song of Life

Song of Death.

Two moons harbor life,

The female or females that give privacy

Will give the longed offspring.

 

The stars sing,

The stars sing songs

Song of Eternity

Song Oblivion.

Grace divide has to stand,

And what will happen

Have already been marked.

 

The songs sound,

The songs sound in the firmament

Song of Eternity

Song Oblivion.

The curse has to bring something within,

Who does not feel, nothing has to feel

And your gift may not be enjoyed.

 

As soon as the trance ended, my eyes began to regain its natural black tone, my body collapsed on the throne, resting in this by tiredness, my claws, already weak, rested on the the side of the throne armrest, and started to relax recovering some energy. But something did not feel like it should: my mood and my need for contact had completely disappeared, as being apathetic or indifferent to, and with totally cool eyes and mind, I started thinking about the prophecy.