Prophet

This one is after a long while and probably shows how rusty I have become of late. Here it goes..


I dream of a stillness, a bird
Swift, fearless, unfluttered in a herd
Descending a fate with elegance and pride
Morality transcending with emotions on every stride
And when she lay her grip on the twigs
Her cluttered wings embrace the skies

I dream of a ray in the mist
Where fright held, people cease to exist
Cherished with hatered and beauty abolished
Darkness be crawled upon by a resonating impulse
This beam shall melt the shackles, Dissipate the fog
And then shall the prophet embark the stage
To free the hearts of imprisoned, mellow this rage
Liberating the tame souls beneath the animals

Far that she may reach, unaware of her glory
She has no stations, destiny carries her story
She rises again to maraud in the wind
Storm does she encounter, her feathers tear apart
It jerks her ferociously to the ground
The dirt simmering as her impact lay
An acute pain and the sudden anguish
Her wings may wave never again
She deciphers her words in the breeze
Hoping the storm can carry forth its weight
And pass the mantle to a prophet of truth

I dream a bird shall rise from shadows of deep
To awaken the distant lands covered in the mist.