The goddess came to me in a dream. All silver and blue she was and shining like the moon.
“Oh my child,” she said and her voice was like the touch of a lover’s hand. Then she showed me the devastation and the horsemen riding through the sky.
I awoke with the certainty that our world was approaching the end of days and I went out among the people with ashes in my hair.
They stoned me for my words, but I wouldn’t stop speaking.
Today they will kill me.
But at least I shall die before the world ends.