I floated in
A state of trance
Guided by
An unknown hand
Drifted towards
The flickering glow
My mind numb
In surreal reverie
What will
The gloom show?
My maw
A cauldron filled
With gabbing moths
Prancing about
In fancy dress
Shadows
Dark and lost
In four corners
Watched
My mourning progress
Seated by
The firelight
I looked beyond
To eyes that
Could not see
He
Whispered words
I no longer
Remember
Of circles
And truths
And company
I was
But a child
Pubescent
In years
But grown enough
To swallow
My brimming tears
I was
Brought there
To know
How I would fare
My present
From lips
Opened bare
My future
My fate
But
Of the whole
There was only one
One prophecy
No appointment
No date
Spoken in
The bright of day
In which I cared...
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