…Three shapes retake their form upon a stormy heath
And summoned their dark mother from the horror that lies beneath
Risen from the blackness with all the furies of the deep
Enraged with the sisters as out of their mischief, Her did they keep
The three she was expecting to summon her for her part
To meddle in the issue with the glory of her art
Amendments thus she ordered for the witches to see done
At dawn of the next morning, The King’s security they would shun
Harbringers Of Wickedness! Prepared Their Final Kiss
Harpies Of Darkness! To Cast The King In Black Abyss
Oraculum Strigoi!
Within a magic circle, A potent mortal brew
A Chant to summon Darkness, A Chant the Sisters spew
Around the iron cauldron their poisoned entrails threw
Grand Hekate is exultant! This day the King shall rue!
Still haunted by the spectre, The king doth felt the need
To visit the dark sisters, as his questions they would heed
He thus demanded answer to the prophecies foretold
His voice echoed thru’ the walls of the cavern grim and cold
But the sisters remained silent, as the first omen appeared
An Armed Head roared above him and lay Future in his ear
His kin he had to fear, the worthy Thane of Fife
His coming on the King, would cut like a sharpened knife
So the king resolved that the Thane he would destroy
As a Second Ghostly vision, Rose as Hell’s envoy
A Bloody Child appeared, to a prophecy held the key
“None Of Woman Born, Shall ever bring harm to thee”
Just as relief was showing upon the sovereign’s brow
A Crowned Child arose in warning, and joy did not allow
When the forest rose against him, The King should start to fear
As it would bring his downfall..yet all remained unclear
And Lo beheld in horror, Eight Kings all in procession
Sons of his murdered companion, in his own succession
The King was thus dishearted by this revelation
As short-lived were the days…of his coronation