#13 (A Prophecy)

A PROPHECY


Deep beneath has lurked a past

Chosen have you such a path

To respect and avoid the abyss

While sanctifying your own wrath.


Cleverly written was your fate

You still find hard to swallow

Grim and marked you though was

Your days, with utmost sorrow.


The sky is set high and it still rains

Shan't you fear being alone

Proud are you, and determined is your soul

For your will is etched in stone.


You'll only fear the moon and the stars

For they have meant you grief

Keep your bonds steel and be of help

As in your friends you seek relief.


Smitten with luck you seemed to have

Yet lost you, the realms of bloom

Stay precious and be strong

Long enough shall you live to be groom.


Reminiscing would you be, for the days to come

Should you choose an alternate you

Hath found a few worth faith and love

Never let them without view.


-F. Julian



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