Ghost: The Time has Come
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
Prophecies untold, broken and forseen
unravel the threads of our blindness.
In the dark stars have learned
to shine.
In the light evil has hidden.
Backwards is up
and down is out.
Get ready because fate has
many plans in store.
This poem is about:
Me