The Prophecy

From before the start of time
Until after the sun has died
A lone swordsman keeps count
Of heads that have been tied

Together in a pool of oil
Spending eternity in a land
Cuddled up to melt and boil
Not even able to stand

And then there are lovers
Meeting across a tulip field
Between those flowers
Below a protective shield

This contrast is not by chance
Alighieri's comedy divine
'Tis nature's final dance
A primitive testament aligned

So bear witness all ye men
Women, children and beasts
A reminder here I pen
Before my final feast

'Tis time to bid farewell
To the Oracle's mouth
Ring the city bell
From the north to the south

Give love and glad tidings
To those who heed
For the rest of you wildlings
Try to revisit creed