Prophecy 1
In a place
Where all is hidden
There one shall never seek
Speak to the devil, pray to angels
In the cold wells he shall be.
One shall dwell high crowned with hatred,
The other shall seek for the death.
Dust and silk will cover in stages
Dear image of beloved face.
Call to the wells stronger with time,
Bitter taste in the richest of wines.
Only cure for obsession is another obsession
With the forbidden one.
Dear and feared, all in one glare.
Entwined in the bedroom, brought back to the stage,
Bound with a destiny, sealed with pain,
May one find another when the dark comes back to reign.
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