Painting by Howard David Johnson

 

Prophecy

 

Omen tosses the silver coin

Etched with good and evil

Destiny resonates in its fall
 

Drifting in the numbness

Death knocks on the closed door

Life lulls in reverberation
 

Blood carries the atoms of war

The grave gets smeared with scarlet

Perished warrior rises from the dust 
 

Chariots collided with the galaxies

Stars pierced through the skies

The air reeks of stardust 
 

Withered night holds a secret

Winds flip the pages of time

An ancient tale gets liberated 
 

Within the pitch-black catacombs

Sacred fire chars the ashen manuscripts

Forging a perennial prophecy