Whispered Prophesies (CTG)

Whisphered Prophesies

The ice lay in wait for me.
skulking on the brick steps;
so many ambushes laid before me,

Life's like that: we're all waiting
for a fall, never just plain sailing,
it could seldom be that easy, could it?

Ill winds whisper in a wooded copse, where
evil forces forever conspire, the future
an amalgam of promises, bleak prophesies.

Christopher T. George

Never plain sailing Chris , even on calm waters there is always something waiting to pounce , usually when we least expect it . Sort of like the Titanic , that was ice as well . .

Thanks, pennylane

C