Prophecy

he spoke of demons prospering dancing beneath the silent swoop of blackbirds, falling falling without mercy or warning upon futile havens of citadels and sentinels his gaze , shifting towards long dead pharos with liquid gold hidden beneath their feet and dust-ridden plains of impatient hooves where horsemen await and now to the east there are rumblings across the land of the rising sun with hordes of atheists seeking the bosom of Rome God help us all should he be true to his word