Good Omen
He worked with the minds of the uncanny, unearthly, and the unusual.
Born with a caul, his life-giver saw it as a good omen.
In high school he rose amongst his peers.
He held love for the written and spoken word.
His favorite writer was the “Bard of Avon”.
Known for guiding lost minds back onto their paths.
His theories were unlike those before him.
Considered freaky, funky, and more frightful than the average swain.
He claimed there was a consciousness of which we were unconscious.
That a young stripling was jealous of his patriarch and would go so far as to immolate his
A growing living feeling that is so horrible that our own minds clinch it away.
A pioneer in the medicine of the mind he tried techniques never used before.
Like a nomad showing others that a small egg from a shrub can spawn feed.
He allowed his patients to freely vocalize the electrical sparks of their minds.
His ideas spread like the human population, reaching every corner of the world.
A few brave practitioners followed his work closely, barrowed his ideas and transmuted
father, so that he may have his matriarch to himself.
them.
In the middle of his vigor he was struck.
An unseen, evil malady was ravening on his tenement.
In the end like a blade to a king, carcinoma ended his life.
Known forever as the founding father of psychoanalysis.
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