Riddle from The Blood of the Lamb

Ok, so I FINALLY figured out what the riddle on the medallion in The Blood of the Lamb is going to be! I've been meaning to accomplish for a while, seeing as how the idea is a year old already, but I really didn't know until today what I was going to do with that daunting part of the book called the middle. So anyway, here it is, the first draft of the riddle of The Blood of the Lamb!

Note: I did the riddle in parts since it is to guide the plotline of the book. The characters then will naturally only receive a chunk of the riddle at a time, giving them progressive information as the story progresses through its individual stages. Riddle parts are separated by paragraphs.

Whoever finds this, make it clear,
A prophecy fulfilled is very near.
Through depths and crags and tales of old,
Find you a city more precious than Gold.
Where children laugh and weather be bitter,
Beware, for not all is gold that doth glitter.

Whoever finds this, if you dare,
Play upon the fiddle,
And avoid the Serpent's snare.
For not all is as it should seem.
Behold, awake!
Lest you should find it a dream.

Whoever finds this, mourn by night,
And watch the bird's stellar flight.
For Morn is far and Night is near,
A deep, dark sorrow for all you hold dear.
But wait for Dawn and you will see,
Another thing to be done for me.

Whoever finds this, do you see?
A city shining forth with Glee?
Wolves by night and sheep by day,
Take heed and never wander astray!
But look to Light and you will find,
A Truth that is forever Mine.

Whoever finds this, seek me where,
Those who are brave, to go, never dare.
Look to the Star, let her be your guide,
From her yourselves never do hide.
Go wherever she might,
For my will she doest not fight.

Whoever finds this, see through the fog,
The trap set in the Serpent's bog.
For not all Old are wise and not all Wise are old,
Separate one from the other by the gift untold.
Tread the path narrow and straight.
Beware the road of the wide, open gate!

To them who find this, it will not be long,
Before right is made of what was wrong.
Fear not the fire, for it will not burn,
Provided Forgiveness takes her turn.
A wound in the flesh, though painful to do,
For all of mankind, a love to renew.