Come forward, traveller, we have what you seek Just ask your question and listen as we speak Our riddles are easy for those with bright mind The clever soon know if their stars are aligned We offer great wisdom, all futures we see We know all that once were and all that will be Apollo sings us his beautiful songs All He says happens, he's never wrong So visit our temple, and sooth there your soul 'cause those who know answers are the ones that feel whole
Oh, how strongly I am missing Those simpler times when everybody would have listened Oh, how tired am I Of being ignored when the end is nigh Oh, how much did I pay For choosing chastity over Apollo's dark rays Oh, how much will I suffer From those evil hands that will treat me rougher Oh, how evil gods can be When mortals hurt their vanity Oh, oh, oh I wish I didn't know
Exhaustion and cold is what I feel As I climb the tree called Yggdrasil From Midgard to Asgard, here I go To visit Odin and learn what he knows A prophecy of future that’s about to be Covered in a shroud through which I cannot see
Tell me, Heimdallr, what do you see? Tell me, is the future as good as I hope it will be? Do I have my love with me by my side? Do I finally have some sense of pride? Do we have kids in our beautiful house? How many are there with me and my spouse? Will I be able to move my plans forward? Will I stop being so socially awkward? Is there finally, in my eyes, a spark full of glee? Just tell me, Heimdallr, what do you see?
Mystical mistress clothed in satin Chants magic words spoken in Latin Pleading with gods to help her see The vision of what will the future be She fell into a trance, the gods have spoken Oracle entered the mysterious woman Expression of horror engraved on her face She saw the tragedy of the human race And when she came back, she looked at me, mourning Whispered of tragedy of the upcoming morning And when she was asked about the fate of the world Her eyes told me stories her lips left untold And after I woke up from the night’s rest I found her lifeless body with a knife in her chest She sought the future to relieve her pain She went through it once, scared of living it again
In those dark days Of black and white The sun will be blackened And the moon shall Obscure it’s opal light The sun will rise With trepidation Like mountains in Genesis At the behest of God And the ocean sailing To meet the heavens Will leave the The stars, trembling Like the quaver of a violin As the earth is covered With a velvet sin Written in cursive by the Blackest ink pen Patchouli incense Wafts in and out of time A final song or a melody Playing Softly, Then silence.
I found this verse verbally extremely beautiful and was inspired to write about it:
“Immediately after the tribulation of those days: 'The sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken” Matthew 24:29
Powered matter leaves their origin, Into a land in the distance, Residing in the hearts of children Offering everything but resistance, Exchanging life and his riches For the taste of blood in their kisses.
A child is a sacrifice For what is right In the prophet’s eyes And minds that are blind To the lies that bind His cries and surmise-s. The prophet’s prophecy Is to gain profit from gases More flammable that propane. His fingers, crossed and lost, His veins, lost its blue, His skin, has turns chartreuse With the sight of the new moon.
A new dawn begins With the same sun, Covered by new clouds. Sounds of the innocent, Muffled by the lead they’re Buried in. Their fears of growth Disappear with their sight. But it’s alright, It’s in the name of Liberty, Currency, and Democracy.