Sunday, November 9, 2008
I Prophet of Intentions
When the moon is perched on the tip of the raven's wing; a party crasher will come entertain us with parlour tricks and silly pranks but I swear to you now, what makes him such a riot is his wicked, wicked sense of humour.
He leaves no footprints; no sign to mark his passing except the trail of a billion shards of broken glass spiked with poison to cut the brain. A Prophet of the Thorn, he is the Prophet of Intentions.
Taking a bow before the audience; he claims to have wandered in because he got lost but I know better.... beware the Magic man for he is both kind and cruel.
He is a liar who strays not from the truth; for the best amongst the liars are the ones who stay closest to the truth. He is skilled in blurring the thin line that distinguishes one from the other; like the art of blending black and white into a million different shades of gray.
Notorious party crasher; trouble maker; heart-breaker at your service.
Magic Man, Magic Man who are you?