The Prophecy
The roses are wilting in the midst of winter
The lion must wake before we splinter
Time if uprooted when there is blood to be spilled
Death is incarnated when there are men strong-willed
Graves cannot contain what was once theirs
Destiny is in need of its chosen heirs
When rivers run dry with red stone
There will come a man who must stand alone
I hear the fates calling a name
Someone has risen above their shame
With sharpened sword in hand
A man will come to reclaim the land
Tomorrow is uncertain and never clear
Masked by trepidation and fogged by fear
But a man is something more than this
Heroes stand as one mighty fist
A man will come to lead the few
Against armies of darkness they had once slew
Together they will ride from history
Until the blood ensures certain victory
(Mistycapoet Aug/2010)
Waiting for King Arthurs return? New heroes may arise but often go unrecognised. Prophets come and prophets go but do they really know. What is to be?What can they see?with any clarity
Together they will ride from history Until the blood ensures certain victory..............yes...punching finish..my dear freak..good thought..
this piece is awesome and hooks the mind right from the first verse...full of wisdom , lessons for life ..it talks of spirit , character and the blood that flows like blood ....I am bookmarking it as well
Excellent poetry. You should have it published.