Prophecy

The future-seeing witch gazes at the darkened moon.
High above, it is shrouded in shadow.
The stars, their light snuffed out.
The land, barren and empty,

Empty, save for the monuments
Monuments to a lost world
Lost worlds, lost histories.
Lost histories, lost lives
Lost lives, lost futures.

The pain is too great.
She falls.

There is nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

She opens her eyes
She is a child again.
Her powers not yet discovered.
Cries of hate rain upon her
Knives pierce her soul

She bleeds pink white and blue


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