Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Thirteen

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.

©jane jago

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