"when the lore is bruised and broken,
shattered like a blasted tree,
then shall herne be justly woken,
born to set the herla free.
on his brow is a leaf of oaken,
changling child shall be his fate,
understanding words strange spoken,
chased by anger, fear, and hate.
he shall flee o'er hill and heather,
and shall go where no deer can'
knowing secrets dark to lera.
till his need shall summon man.
Till the elements conspire,
to restore the island chain.
first the high land grass shall flower,
as he quests through wind and snow,
then he breaks an ancient power,
and returns to face his woe.
when the lord of lies upbraids him,
then his wrath shall cloak the sun,
and the herla's foe shall aid him,
to confront the evil one.
sacrifice shall be his meaning,
he the darkest secret learn,
truths of beast and man revealing,
touching on the heart of herne.
fawn of moonlight ever after,
so shall the herla sing.
for his days shall herald laughter,
born a healer and a king"
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