This is a poem that was written, not to be thought of as a actual nostradamus quatrain..it depicts the feelings of mankind, and life….
I can feel it in the wind,
A whisper of darkness from within.
A wave of shadow and times end,
A feeling of dispair, lives that bend.
The wind whispers its name,
A shallow man of fame,
The wind houls and falls,
A whisper of darkness in the halls.
I can feel it in the air,
A wave of mankinds dispair.
Loves lost and life to be,
Becomes a pattern of darkness and misery.
The air is thin and cries from within,
Become part of the new life to be.
All that was is but a memory of the lost,
No happiness in life for thee.
Its a magic day, a wonderous way
the feeling of how life will end
The son of man, the hollow hand
And the songs are in disarray.
In the sea you see, the way to be
Darkness falls from the sky
In the sea you see, the feeling of thee
And way to love and lie
Greed to be the new way of thee
And the weak fall from grace.
See within the soul you see
And life will end in misery.
Cries and tears, waves of fears
And life seem to flee
Waves of those sent from above,
And destroy you and me.
A fire from the sky, a weak mans eye
Falling as if from grace
A fire from the sky, an old mans lie
And even the firey grass has no race
Its the masters will, the pen and the quill
and the arrow that strikes
Its the way of time, no songs, no rhyme,
and the way of life he does not like
Look to the sky, see no white, no lie
See the world for what it is
Look to the fires of he who ponders and sits
And dreams become no longer his.
From the east it will roar, west it soars,
the endless fall of the vain
Its the colors of blue, satan held true
and the morning star thats slain.
From the east it dawns, the rising sun
And the wind becomes so foul
From the east it calls as the eagle falls
and freedom ends in hell
In its dreams it fell, to where fire dwells
and the sun and moon are as one
From the darkness i sit, in dreams and whit
And ponder when it will be done.
It is the wind you feel, not mankinds steel
The whip and a tear to you
It is the mountains that quake, a leader on a stake
And the sea devides in two
In the lands of the ancient comes fire from the sky
A stars energy reborn
The day becomes night, and the children no longer see
Its the end of life , for you and me
Wars and wars, rumors are such
Ashes to ashes, you become dust
In times and wonders, in fears and thunders
Comes the spirits to fight in flames sunders.
Its the way of the world, shadows and lust
Greed and evil, from ashes to dust
The world away,a new day, and the sparrow lies no more
A new day, lives in disarray and the enemys scorn.
To the leader of the 4, 2 and more, and a knight gaurds the gate
Waiting with death the herald warns of thunder, sealing mankinds fate.
In the sky it comes, a finger of the few
And in warmth you are scourned, flesh burned in the morning dew.
Stars of the just are the kings of greed
A whisper of a dark fate
A whole country mourns the loss of the chosen
Two nights to ponder are to late
From the lands of the herder, a thunder rolls, the monarch no longer dreams
Lands rise as far as the sea, armies at the gate, wavering screams.
The child is no more, the door is closed and sealed
To whom is given the rod, feels his flesh peeled.
Its a waiting game, the day as the night, even the dogs have bones
Its a wavering tower, falling , falling, and flesh crushed in stone.
To the lands of old, the promised lands gone, a cry given in fear.
The ones chosen in life, become the outcast in death, no forgivness near.
The stars have eyes, and the children cries, and the heart is made of stone.
There will be fire in the halls, the heralds will fall and mans dust will not die alone..
Lights dim and the heart falls to a low
The air is thick and the darkness rolls, the wind stops to blow.
It is said the day will end, but not for your bones
In graves of blood and burning fields, loved ones covered in stone.
The darkness comes and winds rage, and mankind looks to the sky
In the mists of night comes the prince of light, and men will begin to die.
A whole is formed, a worm to scorn, a shadow lit in lie
Heat to be becomes misery, and mankind will wonder why.
Words are said as a country lies dead, a shallow cry to hear
The wind stops as the heavens spread, many hide in fear
Man against man, country against country, all in a field of stone
As the angels roar and the wings soar, you will die alone.
Its the way of wonder, the fires that sunder, the flesh that rips from the bone
Again i say, wonder is the way, all in a field of stone.
3 days to dream and 3 to scream, 1 is left to fear
For there are days to live and days to die and even animals leave a tear.
Woe to thee sorrow and misery, man is left to ponder
Dreams to end and the mind is dead, man is left to wonder.
In the mountains is where the screams lie, a fire to end it all
Deep from hell where the heat dwells, comes a mountain side to fall
Its in the land of the free where there is misery, the world will see the day
When a mountain explodes as the eagle soars and darkness becomes the way.
Smoke and ash, a serpents lash and men fall to none
Its the masters way, serenity of the day and way to hell is done.
The world will say it was the day when the world began to die,
When the heralds work is to give pain and man stops to lie.