She foretold of a future in danger

A resurrection would take place

Someone would rise from the ashes

To attempt at a whole new face.

This one would cry in agony

When someone would admit defeat

Lost are those in danger

When they don’t know when to retreat.


She foretold of a love that would pass

He’d get lost along the way

“He is much like a little child” she said

“Always wanting to go out and play.”


She foretold of a dangerous intervention

Where tears would come at a cost

The drunkard was me and the crime was my seed

But I had forgotten to count the cost.


She foretold of my dance in a fire

With ashes all over my feet

I’d lose everything at once to one

But I would never admit defeat.


She told me I had too much passion

Men would find it a bit of a threat

I think if a man cannot be filled with it

He isn’t ready for grown women, quite yet.


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