ghostly murmurs

 words are whispered:

let them try,

scars forgiven

as they try,

let them taste

the tree of life

bound immortal

by hungry eyes

as fruit drips slowly

from eternal lips.

Fa foolish mortals,

writhing, writhe,

on the rack, in the vize,

wracking woefully, ouchey eyes, 

lost forever,

looted heartstrings, 

justice, honor, courage,

survives.

 

From the desert,

comes the one,

with the answers

from the call,

blasted chariot,

 riot glee

thunder, cheers, applause.

 

I will fall

we sometimes fall, 

so far down the well

that no one else,

knows the ground

heard the fall,

the silence swell

i go the way

answer the call

solve the ill,

why whisper

such painful things.

i court the gaze

of beautiful things

and in return

become the one

for who nothing is written

the writing done by 

the long forgotten souls

those ghostly whispers

prophecy, prophetic, pangea.