We've lit too many lights
in our flight from shadow
to not glimpse something
of the twisting path ahead.
I know we've seen our fate
when the flame of a candle
has a living face, and it's voice
is neither overly comforting,
nor whispering of dragons.
Author notes
Reposted.
This isn't a prophecy, it's a poem about prophecies.
Comments
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Awesome...
This is really good,
I really Love it..
Please keep writing!!!! : )
it is really amazing..
and i just read it like 5 times over.. -
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Hey, thanks for reading and commenting.
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