Prophecies of the Oracle
Black hair like the empty vacuums of space,
Fathomless ebony eyes set perfectly in his
Dark and brooding face that looks upon all
With such bleak and shadowed despair
As to never let anyone know that,
He is still there.
And malice are his masks
And even he no longer
Knows whether he was a man once.
Irrationality and hopelessness
Crush his seemingly black heart,
Some are left to wonder if just maybe…
He still has a soul…
Is he in pain inside?
This sad tale does have an end that
Can be said is less dark.
When Elwood begins
The shell will be cracked,
The Chains will be rusted and shattered