The Soothsayer's Prophecy

...Eyes closed, hands on the crystal ball, the soothsayer spoke thus:  
O, hark! O, woe!  
Those voices from long ago,  
That do wail and do weep  
From deep within yon sepulcher, in their eternal sleep,  
Hath awoke this daye,  
To warn thou of the horrors to passe this daye!  
For when Luna blocks out Sol's lyght,  
In the brief moments between shadows, wythowt lyght,  
Will arrive, broughte upon his horse, a knight,  
And although ironclad, will not bring good fortune,  
He, all alone and wythowt his legion  
Will bring a blight upon the region!  
A pestilence, a plague!  
If thou take pity on the bloud of the wounded knight, it will be thy greatest mistake....  
Thou wilt let him passe hither,  
Or lest this kingdom will be but a mere whisper!