A Prophesised child.
A boy is born,
To those who oppose a dark horizon thrice,
A madman shouts,
And throws a light with two killing words.
A flash explodes and a blinding light does happen,
But when the light recedes, a child does cry,
For the injustice it does suffer unknowingly,
And the misery that will occur.
The infant will be taught obedience,
The art of being dependant on others,
And no love will this child be nurtured with,
Nor a childhood will it have.
As a child, no more than eleven,
He will find a world unlike that he has known,
Full of excitement and full of life,
Where love abounds in the full light of day.
Other children, he will encounter,
A difficult decision he will face,
And through that one simple choice,
A lifetime will be forged.
Each year brings a new challenge,
A new foe to be met,
And faced with a courage, that truly,
One would much prefer to forget.
With each triumph comes a pain,
The torture of knowing you caused a death,
Yet still life continues,
As fickle as it ever was before.