Which Prophecy Works

Two differnt prophcies for the, somewhat, same story.

Which prologue prophesy works best? If I may ask, why?

Thank you for your time and thoughts.

Prophecy I
From the shadow of the crazed king’s reign,
Where hope is an echo from a once appeased domain.
The land, once fertile, now bears the scars of desecration,
A canvas marked by the lash of his insane extinction.

Ages shattered beneath his every whim,
Spirits crushed, no songs or hymns.
Mother against daughter,
Whole village led to slaughter.

Three events destined to come to pass,
Events so obscure, none seen by an hourglass.
Fires in the sky- foretelling changes to gain,
Of a time when Madness shall be slain.

A simple lesser noble’s son of a forgotten line,
Blessed with a gift so deadly, yet so benign,
A Wizard’s curse, in his veins, a power concealed,
Causes even the mightiest to bend the knee and yield.

The Lost Heir- cursed to a legacy of death,
A father’s son now sworn to Preath,
In Her Light, he finds the Will to surmount,
The burden of fate he’ll suffer to languish.

Assassin, born of Demons’ blood, it’s acclaimed,
Her Soul, a battleground, forever flamed,
Her bow hums a song of vengeance,
Yet within her heart, a final convergence.

Together, they rise, united by fate’s strange hand,
Three heroes, bound by a destiny so grand,
With Fate, they stand, the last hope of the land,
To conquer the crazed king’s unjust demand.

If any should falter within their deeds,
Evil will undoubtedly succeed.
The Convergence must be uninterrupted,
For the New Order to be Reconstructed.

As copied from the cell walls after Abbott’s escape, written in her blood.

Prophecy II
*Ravings, as per transcribed, from the walls of self-imposed solitary confinement.**

From the shadow of the crazed king’s mind,
Where hope is an echo from an appeased domain.
The land, once fertile, stares in desecration,
A canvas marked by his insane mass annihilation.

Villages vanish, though eyes play blind,
Hope is crushed: bodies in chains,
Normality, commonality: now aberration,
Lovers, families, friends, towns-extinction.

Three destinations to be entwined,
Loss, flame, darkness- foretelling changes to gain,
Obscure, however known - aggregation:
Brought together though motives are a contradiction.

A simple instructor’s son of a forgotten line,
Blessed with a gift so deadly, yet benign,
His veins, a hidden power concealed,
Causes even the mightiest to bend the knee and yield.

The Lost Heir- a legacy of death,
A father’s son now sworn to Preath,
In Her Light, he finds Her Holy Power,
Freely given, Blessed to empower.

Assassin, born of Demons’ blood, it’s acclaimed,
Her Soul, a battleground, forever flamed,
Her bow hums a song of vengeance,
Yet within her heart, a final convergence.

Together, they rise, united by fate’s hand,
Three heroes, destined by Fate-an unlikely band:
First alone, now as one; only hope of the land,
Freedom and rebirth, worldwide expand.

If any should falter within their deeds,
Death awaits beside each one.
The meeting must be uninterrupted,
For the New Order to be Reconstructed.

**As copied in its entirety from the cell walls, written in her blood prior to the Abbott’s escape, 1,119 Winter Solstices while in solitary confinement. The widows and only door were bricked closed after her initial incarceration.