THE PROPHETIC ANT
I saw the fabled colors, coming down.
Gold cannot hold.
Red sinks like lead.
Time’s green kingdom will lose its crown,
And dry leaves drag a desert through the town.
THE PROPHETIC ANT
I saw the fabled colors, coming down.
Gold cannot hold.
Red sinks like lead.
Time’s green kingdom will lose its crown,
And dry leaves drag a desert through the town.