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Our Prophet


I saw Him in a desolate desert
The dark bowels of a dead beast
Sinewy with bones extending from the walls
Dark. Old. Older than time
Older than breath
Life screamed here first

Further down was the snow storm
A constant, infinite stream of sand and snow
Fine as flour. White as pearls
This was forever
All was and all became

And amidst the storm, lay a silent space
And amidst this space, He was there
Cloaked with gray and covered with ice
Here lies the Forever King
The Sad King. The Eternal King

A speck of dust in an infinite universe
Fell here since the First Day
And the world buried His breath
Forgotten in a forgotten land
Where stars fear to shine
Where angels fear to tread
When power first bloomed
And the motions of the universe first flowed
And the sky was a lonely virgin

The first thousand years were screams
A wounded deer in a dark world
The next one thousand there was just sadness
The next thousand came the acceptance
The next, enlightenment
The next, hopelessness
The next came the eternal nightmare
A hundred thousand years from then
The nightmare became the dream
And the dream flowed like honeyed milk
And the dream became all there is

As you see it it is
While the seeing lasts
Dark, nightmare history
Time as coffin
Now He stands here
Cloak gray as sin
Breaker of the Eternal Song

And with a crown casting a terrible shadow
A thousand leagues of ice
He exhales his first breath
And the world fell in his eyes
And the universe cracked silent
And the stars burned and bled
And this hollowed world was Him
And his heart was forever that of Prophets
The Sad King. The Eternal King.