Some Omen

Curdling clouds harbinger of some news of the ancient world

From deep somewhere, the celestial womb’s cries eclipse this time

Prologue written in cryptic language demands to be read

One narrator who walks the worlds carrying some omen

Speaks to me, to you! Can you listen in this noise of despair?

Raven black holds the future climates deep in its fold

Barren houses lulled by the eerie silence

They shiver from the omen of being in the midst of a storm

Of climate that will bring, is a secret

Even the night’s creatures sleep through disturbing dreams

As spirits walk with the narrator of an ancient fate

~Amitav