In fifteen hundred three, in France was born,
A man whose legacy would be both praised and torn.
Nostradamus, with his quatrains penned,
Foretold the future, from start to end.
But the truth, my friends, is deeper still,
With love for France, his country, strong and will.
Not just tales from time's far reach,
But warnings meant to guide and teach.
Dominic Litio, a soul from time afar,
Shared with Michel, under night's bright star.
Tales of sorrow, joy, and futures cast,
In hopes that France, his love, would forever last.
But the truth, my friends, is deeper still,
With love for France, his country, strong and will.
Not just tales from time's far reach,
But warnings meant to guide and teach.
Through quatrains cryptic, Nostradamus sought,
To protect his land, with foresight fraught.
A future told, with love at its core,
To shield his France from fate's harsh roar.
In every line, a patriot's heart,
For his beloved France, he played his part.
A legacy not just of time's embrace,
But of a love that time cannot erase.
But the truth, my friends, is deeper still,
With love for France, his country, strong and will.
Not just tales from time's far reach,
But warnings meant to guide and teach.
So when you hear of Nostradamus' deeds,
Remember the love for France he feeds.
Through time's vast tapestry, he wove his care,
A patriot's heart, beyond compare.