As best he could, Sebastian tried to commit the Prophecy to memory. When he realized that wouldn’t be very effective, he wrote it in his journal as best he could remember:
When the globe spins on its axis
Steel ships go to war in a sail of shadows
When the world passes into night
And blackness grips as stars fall from the sky
The King’s eyes turn soulless white and he moves as if a puppet
With his strings pulled by a man who dies 1,000 times.