A Plea To the Priestess
Oh, Pythia, will I find a mate
Priestess of Apollo, guide my fate
Many miles I’ve traveled to beseech
Only to learn the forecast you’ll preach
Scholars congregate seeking answers
To tear down mystical barriers
Outcomes of our wars you have foretold
Now it is my outlook that you hold
Great Oracle of Delphi in Greece,
Can you help my lonely heart find peace
Spartan warriors I can’t entice
Take my gold; I’ll gladly pay your price
Just to have a glimpse of future days
Hoping to hear a comforting phrase
Words that spark interpretation
At your mercy is my salvation
*For Rick’s “Oracle” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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