The Crystal Ball

While I waltzed at the Ball A little voice I heard Go ask the Crystal Ball It said, to have your future heard! I left the dancing knight in doom in the playroom Opened the door of the secret room And verily inquired of the Future If it will come with Defeature! No, laughed the Happy Ball You will not remain a Fallen Soul You will be saved by your mate in Soul All you need to do is to give him a Call And tell him how miserable you are without his Enthrall And how you will give your Catcall To lament at Nightfall If He is not here to stop your Fall Smile, cried the joyful Ball Your miserable state will be in Stall For you shall Rise, along with the Sunrise Together with your mate, whom you Idolise Both of you will be Symbolised Sing, whispered the overwhelmed Ball For the Heavens will be singing words of Praise At your mate's love for your Gaze Your abandon in your Maze That which you chose in a moment of Craze So blind were you to be love of your Mate Will be remembered as late Dance, asserted the ecstatic Ball For the Future is coming at the Birdcall Your Mate cannot be without your caring Call And neither can You be without his Recall. Oh I am Impatient, Without your Love, I am Deficient I am still in Learning To be Abiding, Please forgive my Caprice For I become heartbroken without your Edifice