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
