Narrative

I was foretold in ancient lore 
Bringer of a new age, bringer of light 
At my wake visions propagate evermore 
For once to me the future looked bright. 
 
Anything more than the truth shall I shun 
My virtue will neither follow right nor wrong 
within me the process of involution begun 
In a neutral world I do belong. 
 
I saw I will be devoid of love and sorrow 
As I will understand the meaning of bliss 
I will realize there’s no today or tomorrow 
But sadly my message, the world will dismiss. 
 
As fate will bear the mark of irony 
For I will exist only in History 
Such is the providence to prevent the gluttony 
Of mortals who seek my mystery. 
 
Alone in the cradle, I will quietly arrive 
My destiny written when I was but a thought 
Glory will not be when I am alive 
for I will be the present from the future I sought. 
 
And that's how great men walk the world 
In a pile of debris, a single shining emerald.

The Prophet