(I'll go along, np)
Avalona sighed, and began.
Once, in a land, a tale so old and grand,
There was music, music that created
The stone came, the sword forged,
Together, they are one.
A mage, a river, a lake, a shimmer,
Death in heaven, Dark water.
Sadness, and joy, mages grand,
Enchant, they give gifts to the worthy.
Sword from stone, new life, grown.
End of days.
(Avalona was giving a story and a prophecy. The last 6 lines were both story and prophecy.)