Clairvoyant
A lone dark figure, writing, dreaming
Seeing shadows of things to come
A sea of voices which slowly seeps
Into his dreams, alone he weeps

He sees the dead before they die
Graveyards of a massive tomb
Endless years of pain to come
The final fate that all succumb

Because he sees the shadows now
Ever haunting, ever near
Alone and cold, a silent tear
Beside his niche, a twit of fear

For he has seen his final fate
The hour upon when he departs
This mortal realm and all who dwell
Within themselves, content and well

But who is this young dame who stands?
beside his shadow who grasps his hand
and tells him all the pain is gone
upon the sunny rays of dawn?

He looks upon this day afar
no longer fears his fate which sealed
upon eternal sands of time
he sees the light of dreams sublime

One lays alone, thinking sobbing
Pondering the days to come
The night seems long, and then one hears
The echoes of a rising sun