Prophetic Poem.
Darkness crashes into this poor world,
Turning all light into darkest ashes,
Upright men flee to huddle in caves,
Waiting for him to ride once again.
Lies and half truths are spread,
True men are cast out and discredited,
People follow any banner but one,
Torn and battered is this flag of truth,
The darkness covers this fair world now,
No freedom to follow our soul’s desire,
Oppression is the name of the game,
And all hope is driven from the hearts of men,
Yet, hidden in the darkest of corners,
A flickering flame slowly burns away,
Hidden from sight until the time is right,
To come out, and save us all once again.
Richard Marks
Copyright © 07-07-2003
