Crystal Ball
Colorful ribbons adorn her hair,
Reds and golds fluttering in the air.
You feel drawn towards her gypsy tent,
Summoned to a mystical event.
Time is enslaved in her crystal ball;
And calling on the spirit of Baal,
Lightning flashes in her stormy eyes.
Bamboozling you, she sells sordid lies,
As anticipation stokes your fears.
Leery, your confidence disappears,
Listening as she foretells of tears.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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