Ariadne's Thread

Only the Wiser

He knew his death before it came

too much, silent prophecies, aching all the while

hearing what can be heard, but not claiming to be

one with these images, which did present themselves

years before, with youth, as what was to come

as older and older he got

so many, would come, and say, with innocence

with passion, we did lose

after and after, the time had come

to then, bring his body, to this place, where

and so it was, that one man died, with three

as a prophecy, was so much, soaked in truth

his death did conjure forth, an eerie site

all the while, still burning their legends, a fire which, will always