Can we be poetic and cryptic in the way that it could mean anything?
1. Innocent eyes will be drawn to the fall of something great, yet within a stranger beast whispers. Nothing New for open eyes, a World still sleeps through all their lies, and no Order will their kings reward.
2. A drop of blood his heir distorts, upon the flesh of Nature once taught. Avid minds, Unusual, oblivious to the slaught.
These predictions will come true.