C.A.R.P.S.

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Prophets, seers, visionaries, viziers, they see the pain to come.
Shadows in the night, ghosts in the fog, their numbers shall become,
Less than now as they travel the path of their ancient kin.
Their sight a blessing and a curse, much to their chagrin.
Those that remain will be sought out for the power of their gifts,
Their skills in stealth and great portents, many a battle shifts.
Their numbers shrink, their helpless flee, from the coming war,
Though for great need their heroes return to settle an old score.

Please discuss below.l

Wow, would not have guessed that in a million years and now looking at that section again it makes sense.

Thanks Winter.

Yes, makes most sense really. But what old score will their heroes come to settle?

As old as they are perhaps it is this war we are fighting once more.