This one is a bit late.
Prophecy
He who dares enter my realm
Be weary of the ancient Elm
For when it burns shall be the day
When all the world will waste away
The fire's air will burn so bright
Illumination of the night
Understand and you shall know
How and Why the world shall go
In your mind I'll forge the Tree
To force you now to look and see
Be warned you who enter Here
To see the light when you are near
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