Prophecy

A few years ago,

In a house down the road,

There lived a family

Who slowly growed.

.

One after another,

They popped into being.

Three little babes,

Deaf and unseeing.

.

A shock to the system

Was gently applied.

Their senses awakened

And hearts set aside.

.

The youngest was made

Of pure fire and rage.

He finished the book

So tore out the last page.

.

The middle was loud

But quiet in her head.

She only sunk deeper

When dragged out of bed.

.

The eldest saw visions

But pushed them down deep.

Her head swam in the past

While she tried to sleep.

.

She couldn’t imagine

Them all growing old

And worried that something

Would freeze them to gold.

.

At a very young age

She started to see

The weight of the world

And what would come to be.

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Blessed with the power

of cosmic realisation.

Burdened with the gift

of divine revelation.