Nostradamus

A cautious pace up weary steps, by candles dancing light A secret room lies barren, til the dead do walk the night An opiate of knowledge waits, for darkness to succumb His water bowl a mirror of the dangers yet to come Afraid of what's before him, but more so of not knowing The tales of Woe and Wonder laid before him, Gods bestowing Through a veil of hidden promise, in the stillness of the room He reaches towards the Future, as a babe does from the womb His Ink and Quill, no longer still,l fill the empty page with pain As time again the future is poured, blood red on each Quatrain Is searching, for the answers, the reason All is Lost But Man is made to wonder why, regardless of the cost These truths I see must surely be all proof there is a God Or fooled alone I truly am, Chaste by the Devils rod For if I stop what will man know of the torment yet untold Forewarned at least we'll steel ourselves, as the horrors they unfold While Birds of Steel they fill the air, then falter in their plight And "Hister" rages war, unparallelled in Heavens sight A much loved king lies dying, as the lance had found its mark Twin towers crumble towards the ground as Evil leaves its mark The night it waits as Hells own Gates let loose the Devils Hordes While Love and Hate do battle, on the edge of Heavens sword Mans destiny lies written, at the pool upon his table Will Hate be Torn asunder or is Love indeed a Fable