The everlasting prophecy

For the prophecy contest...
through all of time, there have been dragons. From the start to finish, there have been dragons. The nightwing, Dawn, once had a prophecy concerning the eighteen prophets, eighteen nightwing  who would each mark a change in the world.
this is the prophecy, recorded in small bits at a time from lost memories haunting every Nightwing 's dreams.
the dawn of time I mark
All life given anew
And the angels tell me, "hark,
Tell them of the everlasting blue
The one, the second prophet
First born of three moons
Will find a way to prevail
And create the future for dragonkind
The leader of the artisans,
The keeper of the peace
she holds a flower over a sword
And stood after The deadly wars
The scribe who's love shines in bright ink
Chooses knowledge instead of co mbat
And prevents the evils of drought
Through logic, wise planning, and a quill
The wings of night touch to The ice
And from their mixing The next prophet rises,
But as they wished to love,
so their tribes then learned to hate
The stalker of the night
Meant to kill the evil
Instead becomes what he is not
And then he disappears
The one who leads her tribe astray
Away from where they used to lay
She comes and goes like eventide
And passes through the night
The builder, the architect,
The keeper of the balance
She who walks through fire
Through death, famine, and gore
The deadly one who runs away
And learns to fight The fight
Sees the first destruction of his nation
And seems to end their blight.
The seer of tomorrow
The meddler of affairs
He speaks false words designed to hurt
And rips before he is torn
The one who sees the moon
The one causes her tribe to rise
and lead them out of the darkness
Into a new light and glory
The one who comes after burns a way
Through the dark webs of deceit
And sets up the new glory for all of the people
And dies under fall's last leaf
The gloaming of the world will be done
By one who intended no  harm
But as her night rises to the top
Others will fall and bind chains to The dark
The deadliest warrior, raised in blood
Forges her own chains as she frees others
she is justice in death
And in life gives them glory
The everlasting peace is over, 
The solid foundation is completely lost
And although the pieces are still there
she cannot  make the original rock
Ghosts of the past now rise from the dead
And destroy all but the strong
The savior of them, impendium
will sing the very last song
XVII, the last true friend
Will save all others to the end
The last Angel of a dying world
Will be the only one who helps
If the Angel doth fail, then an eighteenth is kept
One worse than the demons of hell
Cursed with evil and massive power
The earth and the universe she shall devour.
And so will end the great blue,
The first and last  tale
And we all evaporate like morning dew
Unless the Angel may prevail.
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