The Foretelling

I know what is afoot

I know what is

beneath it all

I know what is about

so pray thee...

peace...

so...softly walk

I pray thee...walk...

as if there were

but air beneath thee...

care, and bow

and pray some more...

thy head...be worthy

as a call...I tell thee

has gone forth

few yet have heard...

far fewer still reply

for ears be deaf

while eyes stare blind...

split tongues

on fire spew forth

lies uttered that

should never

have been said

so...now that hearts

reek vacancy

while knell

the cannon blast of bells...

foretelling gloom...

peel forth...

wail...

your cry's may all be heard

the sum averted...

attire in black

in deference to knowledge

hasn't happened yet...

but will.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016

Photo Credit: David Wall, of Whitby Abbey (circa 1220) Britain