The Prophet's End

by Saheli R.

And like all broken, sad people
He said he was a poet,
That he was going slightly mad
But not worldly insane yet;

And that if he knew what his pain was
He'd tell you, or seek a balm,
But even if he knew how not to get hurt
He wouldn't stop, he wouldn't be calm;

"And now I know, and now I know,"
Cried the Prophet, "How my end should go!"

"Catching fire, burning to death,
Hoping to rise from the burning ashes,
So very dark with drying wounds
Marking Life's thousand lashes..."

25-Apr-2015

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