Crossroads of time

Crisscross my mind

Leaving doubts about a lingering past

Pondering dreams oft unseen

Parlaying fixations ever last.

Enter hitherto the eclipse of night,

Fraught with perils of impending doom,

 So run my children,....Run

 For sweet love has taken its flight.

Leaving only the righteous to uphold

 That which is void, and restore what is right.

So,

Look not upon the cold and dying sun.

For the captain is at his table,

And the nun is in her room,

They all are praying for salvation

From the destruction

that comes this way soon.

So

Prophet of old,

Be so ever bold,

Take not chance,

Nor give to public sway.

For you have seen,

Beyond the hidden dream,

The destruction of man,

Foretold.