ANOTHER PROPHECY


Is it your curse
That the mighty, eagle-feathered conquerors
Should break their wings
On their centenary voyages towards you?

What back-stabbing wicked prophecy
Has engaged the most hideous demons
To stay in guard, aligned inside your murdered body?

What broken menacing dream
Has now become your merciless tomb?

The moment’s insanity
Is the nourishment you sip with incomprehensible thirst…

The abyss of sweet despair
Is your breathtaking, luring panorama,
The air you breathe…

Collapsed in inexistence,
You are hanging loose,
Watching the hypnotized sky
Surrender to your obsolete desires,
Carrying your prophecy on its oceanic mane.


- SORANA –

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