THE END BEFORE IT BEGUN

I saw the end before it begun

So dark and yet so vivid

I  saw the usurper on the throne

Sentencing the masses to death by starvation

The land, swallowed by flood                    

From the tears of the innocent souls

I saw the end before it begun

I saw it bend unto the foe’s path

The wicked smiled and the gentle wept

Alas, the people had no say

I tried and tried to twist this fate

But in vain were my endeavors

What’s the virtue of a premonition,

If its outcome is inevitable?

If no effort of mine can defy the odds

And win me Glory’s favour,

Then what’s the worth of this vision?

So I hoist a white banner, symbol of truce

Hoping for a redemption I might never receive

To the spirits that make dreams;

Conceal from me the hard truth

Let me live in joyous oblivion

As the conspirators conceive their sinister rebellion

Allow my heart its peace until the epiphany

For the knowledge of defeat before its encounter,

Has carved a scar unto my soul!!!