Screaming at the church minister... No response!
Painful headaches burning the edges of his mind... panic and confusion.
Freak visions shaking his perception, omens of destruction and new orders.
Patterns scattered behind his eyes. nowhere to share his pain.
Months walking, long distance, a little meditation in each step, awakenings.
Not his mother nor his father, NOT A TSAR SUCCESSION stain glass zero.
Gregori, imposed on the east, a clairvoyant opening an empire to a fickle western world between wars.
Desperate echos in a hollow cathedral, empty.
In the church foyer screaming, what he said he saw came to pass.
Cold disbelieving ears.
Proud royal dynasty shattered.
His visions like bullets through a gun.
Bearded, spiritual, hanging from a thread to his sanity.
A line between two worlds, change in the east, visions his third eye burned into his mind.
Disbelief and borders that moved like serpents between eastern europes fragile expanse.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário