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The Prophet

The narrator is a maiden who reads verses from a poet from the future. The poet's words fill her with fantasies and dreams of a better world. However, she lives in a time of injustice where she faces being stoned for unveiling her eyes before marriage. As men drag her to be stoned, she clutches the book of the poet's words close. Though the poet writes of noble futures, even his time has evil that steals life. Before her own death, the narrator hopes to one day meet the poet to both slap and kiss him for the dreams and pain his words have caused her.

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The Prophet

The narrator is a maiden who reads verses from a poet from the future. The poet's words fill her with fantasies and dreams of a better world. However, she lives in a time of injustice where she faces being stoned for unveiling her eyes before marriage. As men drag her to be stoned, she clutches the book of the poet's words close. Though the poet writes of noble futures, even his time has evil that steals life. Before her own death, the narrator hopes to one day meet the poet to both slap and kiss him for the dreams and pain his words have caused her.

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The Prophet I read the words of a poet From the days of tomorrow His verse flowed

backwards in time And rhyme I, a fair maiden, doomed to a fate Of obligations unseen
If only the book on my lap Was not ahead of my youthful station on this earth Verses
seeping with promise I long for the voice of this master of the pen I day dream, and
lose my place in this world of pain To hear his softness in the blowing wind Alas it must
be the times he lives No man can carry such passion Inside a book within a book of
dreams Yet, here I am, to ponder The romance of a tomorrow I shall never see I am
doomed to village laws and customs A stoning that is so unjust For I unveiled my eyes
to the world before me Staring into the depths of mans possessive hatred I ran in fear,
I ran towards the forest of hope As they drag me by my feet The book clutched close to
my breast Bloodied and in the moonlight, I open it To find out, even in the future of
majestic noble poets There lies evil still Stealing the breath of innocents and infants I
hope one day I shall meet the author of these words I may slap him across face for my
silly fantasies So long I dreamed the world would change as does the seasons For
better days filled with peace and kindness I hope one day I shall meet the author of
these words I may plant a sweet kiss upon his soft lips Singing of songs he has long
forgotten I slowly wrap the rope around my neck They will not stone me They shall not
claim any victory over me The poets words, hidden deep between my legs Shall melt
within my soul For better days filled with love and kindness I shall kiss him sweetly in
my death

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