THE PROPHET
From the extolled lands, you
the most praised, time will come
when you’ll fall and your Fame
will trumpet its latest call
to the north and to the south
to the East and the west.
Time will come when
your glory and fame will
vanish; your path just like
the sun’s will fade away in
the East and in the West in
the North and in the South;
you’ll tumble as the sun won’t
ever shine for you again.
You’ll get ravaged like the plains
witches have put spells on
your passing which will be as light
as the dripping morning dew
the mourning doves will mourn
for you each evening and the softly
leaning oaks by the cemetery.
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