Prophecies Poem by Mari Martin

Come the ones with hollow eyes
whos voices drip deceit and lies.
Come the ones with hands that choose
to leave their signs of blueing bruise
upon the skin of Creator's child
who's heart is pure and manner mild.

Come the ones who's walk is laid
by phophecy told and mouth displayed
first to come and last to go
reaping from Mother what is not sowed.
Shadowed faces with eyes so hollow
say they lead but choose to follow
walking on paths where no tree grows
nor flower blooms or winds to blow.
Silent footsteps leading on
guided by greed and hearts far gone
dancing upon our sacred ground
their feet do thud around around.
Drum beats heart to ears far dead
while schemes swirl round inside their head

We are watching with eyes that see
to bring our promise of days to be.
We are watching through the fire
who's flames grow ever higher higher.
We are watching, we are here
to see their footsteps trod in fear.

when our voices sing the song
to drum beats lost so very long
tears once shed in dust will rise
waters sacred in our eyes.
When we gather come to see
the circle fire, two plus three
cast by warriors bow they fly
flaming arrow through the sky.

Five with five to touch the ground
within the circle eight is bound.
Cries the eagle end is four
gone forever, ever more.

Sacred fire within the flames
Creator's children hear their names.
One by one will spirits awaken
across the land that has been taken
to dance within the circle gifted
burning arrows, Mother shifted.

Some will know us through the eyes.
Some will see us in the skies.
Some will walk with mirror feet
across the fires of searing heat.
Some will sing while others play
upon the reeds of yesterday.

Songs of ancients drums of old
ancient prophecy to unfold.

We are watching we are near
carrying whispers to hearts that hear
awakening spirits with our voices,
Creator's children given choices.