Rising Prophet

Rated BVB *half sinister chuckle*

Growing hollow and happy in a rough sea of extacy.
Even such a good child
woke by the poem, sinking as they woke her,
settled back in his smile and became his verse.
In the space of a song, all other words
were a book cast away with a fading friend.
The rising prophet sings us into submission.
The future in the mouth of an elated mind,
who vies to live up to my vulnerability..
Like a black scar and once more the divine-
may he lap at the pools of his army, one
sounding call to arms taking the thinner branch
over the broader sea; armor falling.
If he were the false prophet..
I'd follow his calling.

Author's Note

It's just.. love.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

LOve is something I'd follow to, but it can blind one. You know what I mean? ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. Open the door to thoughts and the ending was perfect.
"If he were the false prophet..
I'd follow his calling."
A very entertaining poem to read. Thank you for reading the excellent poem.
Coyote