Here ya go, for the fun of it, fan poetry!
Prophesy
The pillared statue has struck the ground
Its arrow strikes the earth
Beautiful men and women, too, have all lost their mirth
Death has come with a whine, come down from the skies,
mown down drummers keeping time
for a civilization
which didn’t expect to die
The falcon cannot find its nest, now a ragged twig at best
Chaos is what surrounds, enveloped by the sounds of innocents
rapt by their parent’s birth
brought by a new con-fusion into a new society of earth
soon
“passionate in intensity,” vexed into a dream
“by a rocking cradle,” by a rocking cradle rocketing
past a vale of screams gone unnoticed for eons?
No one for sure is sure
what slouches or what dances,
what anything is truly worth
“All along the watchtower Princes kept the view”
They knew death was coming someday,
but couldn’t add two and two
Riders were approaching, the wind–it began to howl
a song of singleness, of one and only one
with all their number come together the war
was finally put on
while wearing masks
with red eyes they fought, this multitude
like vipers slithering, standards billowing in the name of truth
But while tired they didn’t quail, nor set the white flag for peace
Though many among them petitioned, there was no relief
They were heard to say: 'We’ve all been here before!"
only to be answered through the din of weapons: “So here we are again!”
so they fell one by one until the bleeding was all done, until was standing only one
with piety for a plan for society to be built again
But as was said we’ve been through that, no need for it to be repeated
This time we will not fall–we will not fail so say we all!
But within the tide’s rush we miss the falls
and so we are defeated again, and again, and again . . .
