The Seer

Long ago I heard a tale I never will forget
The time was in the telling on the bank the scene was set
The sky was rolling blindly on the daylight had not gone
She washed her hair among the stones and saw what was to come.

There will be blood among the corn and heroes in the hills
But there is more to come my boy before you've had your fill
Men will come and rape the soil as though it were ther own
And they will bathe their feet in oil as I have bathed my own

Stones will stand together as if searching for the stars
And all come crashing down again before they reach too far
She turned to face the setting sun I turned to walk away
But then she called my name again and beckoned me to stay

She told me of the famous sons who write their names in peace
Yet be cut down before the time has come for our release
I listened for so long that day that I could hardly tell
If what she said was heaven sent or brought to bare in hell

That men of hope would stand alone and still be cast to lie
Just as the romans cast them on the day they were to die
There is much more of what she said much better left alone
For who are we to question her who stands among the stones.