Downfall of the Clairvoyant

Torn in futility, and dried in dust

He was thrown on the busiest square of city

Dancing mob drenched in blood;

Spilling the red, their beast mouths

Singing and celebrating and dancing in lust

It was downfall of the Clairvoyant.

Ruin of his fate, he already had seen

Like his prediction never proven a false

Heavens were mourning on the death of their son

Auspiciousness scared, hidden in a corner

Afraid of horrific laugh sounds of the Evil

It was downfall of the Clairvoyant.

They cut the seer into pieces with the saw,

 And thrust him in chest with shrill spears

Dragged him by rope to the square of the city

And purified the prophet in the rain of finest wine.

The Clairvoyant was brought to downfall

And then he died with a smile on lips

Because he just had seen his last prediction.