They saw the future in their dreams.
A trying power, useful no matter their intentions.
Both silence and action could be for good and evil.
However, the ends of the future were never seen…
until they were.
Visions of beasts, death, and cataclysm;
of angels, rebirth, and a city of gold.
Tales of apocalypse covered the earth with hope and fear.
This, they decided, was enough.
Children were taught the prophecies, but not their own potential.
Dreams were now a constricted imagination running wild,
and nothing more.
What they couldn’t avoid, try as they might,
was the realization that their prophecies were coming true.
They replaced elation with confusion,
rapture with skepticism.
In time, they began to believe dreams were obsolete.
Still, they discussed their fantasies, and searched for meaning in them.
This trying power, reduced to unexplained coincidence,
still claws at the minds of those gifted with this providence.
Oh, how stubborn the humans have become. ~