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Ode To a Fortunetelling, Daily 32
32: Ode to a Fortunetelling I. The land was never to rest The princess locked in a tower The Tarot card laid on the chest Her feelings began to sour The teller made an impression. The reading made her afraid Causing her land to shake No longer an innocent maid Her future unlocked a black quake Regretting this fortunetelling session. II. With bad news outlined and decked, The princess’ plans become questions. Is my future so hopelessly wrecked? Could all these cards offer suggestions On how to avoid certain death? Now the tellers is free from the prison The girl’s dread grows to an unheard of height He leaves the poor princess in derision Lamenting her bad luck and plight It is hard to capture her breath. III. Are you leaving me with no way fight this? She calls after him furious and contrite He replies that no one can avoid the abyss Her thoughts reel with contempt and spite How is she supposed to digest this mess? The foreseer just shrugs his shoulders Lets the door lock on it own She tears the armor from its holders I guess I am battling this one alone Never again to wear a pink silken dress.
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