Beware, child

That you fall not amid thorns
Like most knaves do
I can see through your eyes
Your dreams are clear and colourful

Your goals sure, and the future
Pregnant with pricks and expectations for you
On your forehead of success
Gaze skyward above the eagles
Soaring heavenwards

But beware child
Lest, you fall amid foul friends
Who devour the body with the soul
Like most knaves do
So the strains of your lyre may not be
Exchange for war songs
That your sun may not set at dawn.

Night and day both are in nature
As constant as the future
Through hostile as light and dark
Both bout as merry as a lark

The prophetess came

Like a soldier taking my solitary salute
I wait upon your message
Mermaidic queen
Wholly perplexed at the complexities
Of your serpentine motion, tip-toeing upon my cradle
Steepened steps spirited, foliage unveiling
Your body language, the more I view, the less I see

Your reactions like a clown’s muse away my awareness
As I stand, lo, your sights such unseeing, peerless
As you dance yourself into a goddess…

Hmmmmmm
My child, take my words and resist every lie
Heaven is no haven but the good in the eyes
The love you show to friends and to foes, the gift you offer to relief of woes
That fury anger, the urge to cheat, to flirt
’tis the unforgiving spirit, the aim to revenge
That reasonless rage to challenge

Come, come with me
Let me show you

(to be continue…)