The Fourteen Prophecy

A poem written for a script I am currently working on.

There are fourteen keys
One for each
They must be taken
Out of reach

Until the time comes
Which I will be proud
To give them to
The fourteen endowed

They were all born
The same time and date
None born too early
None born too late

A dream will take them
All to me
So I can explain what
Must be done with the keys

They will each be given
A box that holds
The key they must carry
‘Til the truth unfolds

To find each other
Is what they must do
Bring the keys together
To make the dream come true