The Silent Threat

Secure from the world, the child remained hidden

A serpent disguised in the Garden of Eden

And all who looked down on this newly born babe

Were ignorant now of the path this would take

The people were blind to the subtle control

That was exercised daily upon every soul

With no room to question this delicate life

All fears would be drowned and all doubts would be stifled

But one single mind did stand out from the crowd

Though quiet at first - with hardly a sound

The Mother Superior harbored suspicion

Brought to her heart by three simple vision

The first was a planet engulfed by the sea.No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree.No rock jutted out from the endless horizon.Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons.No animals dwelt in the forests or fields.All life was extinct; its fate had been sealed.By the curse of a violent unstoppable flood.Mankind had been drowned in an ocean of blood

The next revelation was vivid and cruel.It depicted two swordsmen engrossed in a duel.The one held a sword that was silver and pure.The other a sword that was red to the core.They fought as the sun rose high in the sky.Their fight would not end until one of them died.No room did they have for an error to make.For the future of life was the trophy at stake.But one of the warriors flouted the rules.And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled.As he held up his hands in a gesture of peace.The silver opponent allowed this retreat.Then the man with the red sword attacked from behind.Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind.Then carnage ensued that no man could condone.As the bloody red blade sliced through sinew and bone.All day did the swordsman attack without halt.Though the other lay dead from the frenzied assault.Until by the twilight and all that remained.Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain

And so came the third of these unyielding visions.A picture of war and ferocious divisions.An army of saviors marching as one.Aware that the end had already begun.They arrived in a field, which was wide and expansive.They waited in silence both ready and pensive.The grassland was strewn with small crimson petals.Their fragrance was sweet with the stench of the devil.And slowly but surely they fell into sleep.Their consciousness gone as they slumped in defeat.And there they still lie bereft of their willpower.Brought to their knees by the strength of a flower

The three visions, the Mother Superior bore

A bitter forewarning of what was in store

This infant so frail must not grow to be strong

The world was at risk if she waited too long

So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep

And enter where mother and child were both asleep

And onwards she moved to where the crib lay

She leant over the baby and started to pray

She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do

She prayed that the knife in her hand would aim true

But all of a sudden she was now paralyzed

The baby daughter had opened her eyes

And into those eyes, the woman gazed

The look in her face was both haunted and crazed

She was smothered and swamped in confusion and sadness

The first to be gripped by this foul crimson madness

This brutal psychosis could not be explained

No one single cause was suggested or blamed

But no one could think that a child was involved

And the mystery illness remained unresolved

So all seemed as normal for seven short years

A veil of deception dissolved any fears

But there was one lapse in the child's disguise

And that could be seen in the depths of her eyes