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
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