The Prophets

‘’Prophet!’’ are walking around
In the green valleys of the old town,
Hoping to find the ears that would hear
The call of True Love;
But all they could see, are the souls that bleeds,
In late autumn on wet leaves,
Souls are now being marked while tears fall,
The ‘’Prophets!’’ hear the cries 
and the voices of all evil ones,
Ravens are flying on low just to see
if they could get control over dead souls,
Black cats are always out looking for rats,
In the valley is full with night walkers
And the ‘’Prophets,’’ this is nothing more
Than true agony in sobbing,
Some are out looking for peace,
While others are looking about for more evil,
Dust is in the air but no one gives a care,
A nasty storm in coming near,
Lives are being cast out of the Light,
‘’Moonlight,’’ is sleeping, 
because she has a spell cast upon her,
Dark Angel is out walking about 
Just to see what he can find,
Who he can bring on his side,
Dark Angel loves to make people scream 
Into his darken dreams;
Things are never what they seem,
Oh, ‘’Moonlight,’’ why do you cry in your sleep
What is it you see. ’’The Prophets,’’ 
are standing around to a darken crowed 
at the end of the town,
They could see everything is moving along the darken path
But they never seem to look back,
The sea is in sorrow like their will never be a tomorrow,
While the old moon is hanging around in gloom,
The starts are like little crystals shining on dim,
People are sighting everywhere, But Dark Angel holds no care,
‘’The ‘Prophets,’’ Are calling out,
Saying the hour is coming for the True Love to Shine.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1998