Prophecy

Some things can't be written, When its scribed within a dream, It's what brings truth to vision, As we try and set them free... What seemed to be just wishes, Turned her consequence to fate, It started with just kisses, On a stone with velvet draped... Written in the softest tongue, Upon her flesh vaneer, That lay beneath the only one, She summoned to appear... And take the only part of her, Foretold upon this day, Awakening what she prefers To only give away... And though it was not written It was how we came to be, Granted thru her wishes Yet became our prophecy... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com