Poetic Prophecy: FOUR

BY: D. CLARK As the voices of the risen silence speak to those awaken with dark rage, Comes the passing of time before a sign around the fifth month second year new age, As the center of our luminous life shows her fiery dance of warning, Brings the sunrise during about this time of a never forgotten morning, With the first contraction of her birth which grow strong, Deep consumed the City of Angels beneath from the beast shall shake for long, So comes the great one to bring so much trembling fear to the Bear, That soon after all dwellings by mortals ruin the land its self began to tear, Just before and during another great one to desolate a City of the Cosmic Needle shaken, With and now comes the titanic tears and bolts to alter these and other lands forsaken, As this comes from the power of four to cleanse those who bleed the blood so cold, As the long waited turning of tables brings these four onto one hundred fold, When the key comes clear of the doors in threes and open they shall, Brings yet again a third heart united from which divided it fell, With this test of wills with each cycle till the third seems meant to be, For each lesson learned brings glory earned as true of the new he shall see. Written January 8th, 2002 © on May 12 2002 05:55 PM PST   10 • 0 • 13