Prophecy of Malignant Toad

Reflections from the sky
As he sat back and wondered why
Was he returning to the source of all his pain
But the hub, now to his back
At the far end of the track
Revealed to him that its not all the same
He saw what sank beneath the plains,
and what rose above the waves
What a deliciously cruel game they played

And so the story goes
Given the choice not to grow
That was the prophecy of malignant toad

Gliding along the rails
With the thought of open sails
And ignorant, to his truly turbulent ride
He saw the shadows float beside
Could they fathom all the lies
Or were they preoccupied with their
own beasts inside
The things he should’ve said seem to
float around his head
Could a mantra change it all or had he
been misled
And if he got to the end to see
Had he waited faithfully
He’d not been turned away for his lack
of belief

And so the story goes
Given the choice not to grow
He lived the prophecy of malignant toad