The Prophecy by Andres Diaz ©2021

Out of the water boiling in the cauldron

A vision appears

A face like no other

A visage so wretched

It makes one shudder in fear

Out of its twisted mouth the prophecy comes forth

The general goes mad with terror

Slaying the sorceress, he gathers his troops

By nightfall they will reach the enemy camp

A brazen attack but all too fruitless

He is soon on his knees

A sword to his neck he realizes the prophecy was true

If only he had listened and returned home

He could have spared himself this end

The prophecy was true, it always was

This is what men refuse to comprehend.