Prophecies Never Told

Cup of lead and glass of oils
Twisting coiled, sparkling shadow-like
Folded columns not unlike darkest fate
Hourglass cracked upon a pedestal

Night unleashed from cloud’s bright eye
Forks in pathways thirty strong
Songs only written and never arranged
Flight of nations and arrival of peoples

Fire puts out water while lightning surges into rock
A giant trips and so the city spins around
Crown of swords tips precariously but is caught
Finally a whisper makes a wave tumble into more.