The Shape of Things to Come

Heard in whispers and rumors

A word here another there

It was all known, it was all written

And still, we flew, we dared

A world of high contrast blacks and whites

A world of sickly, dying, grey delights

A world of burning, wicked lights

The shape of things to come

Read from multiple omens

Inferred by augurs and seers

And that which displeases the king

Ends the unbelievers

A world of stars in retrograde

A world of fires fated to fade

A world of only flayers and the flayed

The shape of things to come

A brief dalliance with logos until its course is run

A battle to battle, not to be lost or won

This and no other,

Is the shape of things to come