Nineteen years into the reign of Routh,
There shall arrive a rider from the south.
He shall be clad in colors of yellow and green
Preceded by a beast in flight, so mean.
This harbinger will slay the beast
In the heart where the Emperor does feast,
It will kill the Emperor.
But does not seek its treasure
Those loyal, the rider, they kill,
Rise in the deaths of three, dissent will
Though he did no harm.
Divide by fifteen ways the farm
Those Earls will guard their keep
Saving many from trouble deep
Reunite with champion in the night,
Clad in purple and white
Comes to set everything right.
Neither kith nor kin
Champion will reveal a sin