Prophecy
A moments hope on this early page,
A wishful dream not so far away.
Such reasons to live and but few to stay,
Should I find my answers either way?
I’d lost my sight and strayed for a moment,
but to still hold on seems my only way.
I felt the power in my soul when I wrote it,
slowly I’m feeling it fade away.
Ashes to diamond, my weakness to strength,
Guiding the light to my brighter day.
Keeping myself is the first component,
then watching the rest just fall to place.
I’ll find her there, I’ll find them all,
And all will know when that time has come.
The roots are resilient and the fruit not yet poisonous,
Even if too bitter to be eaten by some.
I can guide this star, but so could you,
Should I fail to see or lose my way.
By the red of the sun or the white of the moon,
With hope we can find that final day.
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