Prophecies of the Oracle

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,

And yet

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

To fall,

The shell will be cracked,

The Chains will be rusted and shattered


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