Vaticinium ex eventu

The lights were fading, And the shadows vanishing, The windows were pale and gloomy, And there was a stillness in the air. When darkness descended And at the ascend of obscurity. While the world was numb, And even the night sound asleep. At a time when God had departed, And before The Prophet arrived. Just after we were still us. Just before we weren't we. A child was born The Chosen One, He was “I”… The Prodigal Son. And I is not me It is “I” as in “We”. And this is the tale Of every female and male. The lights have faded, And the shadows vanished. The windows are still pale, And in the air is a chill.

- Sir Adam Atiry, Myriad Tiaras