You stand upon the precipice

Of destiny and fate, free will

Granting choices which even still

May be shadows. This restlessness

Of spirit, leading to your exodus

From home and comfort, unfulfilled.

Undertaking this geas, and going

Willfully to act as an Avatar of Fate,

May avert this vision. 'Tis never late

'Fore the doings done, and knowing

What may come makes forgoing

Comfort, comforting, and fears abate.

So listen now, and come to know

The signs by which destiny calls

You to itself. See how evening falls

With eternal twilight and day, though

Bright, sheds naught but shadow

For emotion, as a doll's.

See what horrid sacrilege

Is scrawled, unrepentant,

As a child never meant it,

Defacing your wall's visage

With crayon in hand, privileged

To see beauty where we only see debasement.

And disordered images all a-jumble

Run unchecked through existence.

The illusion of time with most persistence

Remains Past Present Future, which tumble

Madly when those outside it rumble

And shake it, like a beggar's can for a pittance.

The earth itself will turn against

Those who hold the chaos back.

With choices shackled by those who lack

Compassion and caring, light's defense

From evil, suff'ring causes recompense

To be paid out, until the stones crack.

A shaft of light amongst the dark,

Beaming bright with hopeful future,

Daring to dream of a fairytale suitor.

The shadow's banished, prophecy's mark

Erased but, no! 'twas all a lark,

A broken heart that can't be sutured.

From between worlds now falls a beast

Held fast by bonds of will

And magic, meditations still

Holding him lest he be released,

Free to consume souls as at a feast,

Gorging 'til he's had his fill.

And by this penultimate sign

Shall the prophecy come to pass,

When children rise as a mass

Against their elders, powers malign

Guiding them to sin and sign

The death of life through Faith's morass.

All these are the beginning of sorrows

Although not the end. Choice remains

At the heart of life, and through veins

Begotten of evil come all tomorrow's

Destiny, for God's child borrows

From the demon-hosts reign.

Thus is told the things to come

Upon this earth. Darkness or Light

Remains to be seen, though sight

Reveals it's through God's son

That comes the anointed one,

Ushering evil or good, with divine might.

-"The Anointed One", Song of Divinity, Jon.