prophecy – Simon A Jackson

Foretelling

Riding along the walls of goldFrom the market that turned coldThe night air is setting inAnd the voices are lost to oblivion Wings of white seem so greyWith rusty nails screaming decayBut none of this can be realIf it is then I surrender to deal Now the snow is knee deepMy horse is lost inContinue reading “Foretelling”

Tales Of Days To Come

I taste the feast without an ounce of truthWhat comes next will leave you shookA bright green flash did blind my eyesThen came the figure from the riseWith two long legs and a tiny skullI couldn’t see a weapon in its mighty pawInstead it simply gave a nameProblem is, it was beyond my frameThe wordsContinue reading “Tales Of Days To Come”