Prophecy Of The Waterfall

Prophecy Of The Waterfall
© Surazeus
2018 09 30

Far across the land on shadow-black wings
flies horror at the endless turn of change,
for by river of blood blind angel sings
about the woman who speaks of things strange
as voiceless sorrow where the waterfall
veils forgotten prophecy of the call.

Escaping cities for the mountain range,
the faithful followers of the fallen god
establish commune in the moated grange
since no one dares to prove their god some fraud
who builds mansions from money they donate
in vain attempt to escape mortal fate.

Because no supernatural god controls
electric pulses of atoms that soar
writhing in spirals between the ice-bound poles
we search changing labyrinth for secret door
that leads to universe outside the mind,
no more than delusion of lost mankind.

Though daily life swirls on highways and streets
to calculate salvation through rebirth,
I hide truth in code on the wind-torn sheets
how we alone are stewards for the Earth
so I sit singing by the waterfall
indifferent to the statue in the hall.