The Return Of The Owl

It happened once before one fateful night,

An owl, so old and white approached my mind.

“Who, who?” said the owl in the pale moonlight,

Questioning me, and calling me blind.

“I’m me.” I spoke again, defiantly,

“I’ve learned my lesson, heard your mockery.”

“Who, who?” continued Owl, triumphantly.

“Old, white owl, you don’t hold my prophecy.”

Though you could say I was led astray,

When I lay alone in the dark cold cell,

Wondering why I never go away.

Welcome, dear owl, to my personal hell.

Oh owl, my dear friend, only time will tell

Will past repeat, on that I cannot dwell.