I heard
strange things
passing by those woods:
the storm is coming,
innocent blood will be spilled,
and love will lose its
conscience.
but I did not believe it
I could not
because I did not want to.
things change all the time,
visions alter,
it is the future we are talking about,
no friend of anyone.
yet, the voice was loud,
clear, and unforgettable.
perhaps, it was sure
of his gifts,
and I was of mine.
but, in the end:
death came in a whole flurry
and disposed of the weak.
everyone close was either
cold or burnt.
in less than a week:
dynasty stood as a speck
of dust.
Stay with
Prerna ЁЯЩВ
