Door of Profecy

Just something I wrote in a haste. Not sure about my thoughts on it just yet.

Door of Profecy

By. Silvan

A force among us cladded in scales,

A hunger so strong it fells our sails.

A gravel platter upon the table,

Black with food for those who were able.

It is all bittersweet.

Metallic flowers spring around,

New life rises from the ground.

I see golden gates and shadows of white,

Infinite oblivion infects the night.

All is forewarned in prophecy.

Trumpets call our names this morrow,

Scissors snip our bones and marrow.

Zues’ throne lies above as we grow deep,

Dragging thye soul, the valley keep.

Sleep young one.

Forever is at your doorstep.