Omens

 

OmensRed sky on the horizon this morning

A warning

An old wives tale. Shepherds in socks!

Shocking news

Greets the sleepy and the anxious for work

Who rise

On the misty eyed adventure, naked

Anticipating

Whatever it is scheduled for next

And runes

Will decide on the morsel that is you

Whether fate

Shall wag the finger with a blessing

Smile

Or forget the innate charity that binds

All of us

To a fate that we cannot fully know

Lest signs

In a sky that wraps around the world

Have bled

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