TIC TAC TOE!

Two made the clap happen
One got to be it's heir
The deed was done in a pair
Still one got it's complete share

The fruit became a rotten waste
Over the years it lost it's pleasant taste
It was like a storm approached a cozy place
Destroyed everything there was in haste

Though permanent ruts were made,
memories were the only active part ending up as useless as bones in a grave
The prophecy went insanely wrong
and neither was the intuition too strong

The sufferer still sees good,
while she broods,
for when she conflates it all,
she feels the years were'nt bad after all :)