Prophecy.

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With deadly malice and unerring aim

The slender bolt, its point touched with flame

Into the thatch, so carelessly flown

The hand is revealed, the face still unknown

And the raging flames by the strong winds are blown

Out of the smoke, straight through the pyre

An apparition, he steps from the fire

His armour bright, the blade strong and true...

Lo and behold, from his ashes and his dust

The Phoenix arises, as surely he must--

Surely he knows thee, and the flavour of your mind

For you always come back, and when it is time

He will make short work, of you and your kind.

Mystery

c2011 (S)


The Eleusinian mysteries unfold,

In the darkness of the caverns, in the distant days of old.

For the bright young man who dared, revealed;

By the torches red glare, a sword, tested and annealed.

A scholar by nature, yet destined for purple.

He drank from the fountain, blessed waters that gurgled.

And Julian, in all his humble wisdom,

Swore upon his honour to achieve two things:

Revenge, against the enemies of Rome;

And to restore the Gods to their former glory.

Marching forth at the head of his legions,

Deeper and deeper into the dry desert regions,

The scholar forgot the bloody lessons of history;

Why he should do so, remains quite a mystery,

In the end all was vanity, no one knows why.

A Parthian lance in his guts he did earn,

And with homely courage, his fate he did learn.

There upon the vast empty plain of Carrhae.

Julian forgot, that just like foolish sovereigns,

All of the ancient gods must die.