Friday, 6 January 2012

Remote Prophecy

As I lay there at night,
Waiting for my charming knight,
Hoping that he would come to my rescue,
But it must have been gone past his curfew.

I fell into a dark sleep,
Only to find out the news,
Of what my future beholds,
Of what the future shall unfold.

Waking up, I start my day,
Wondering what my knight would say,
If he only knew the fallacy,
That my dream was actually a prophecy.