Wednesday, 6 July 2011

The Future

A creature wise and old,
The future to himself did hold.
For written on his weathered shell
An ancient soul, 
Who’s fate could tell 
A story, 
To those few that saw,
In stars and omens, 
Near and far,
A portent of far better days,
When Celan 
All the world would save.

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