The Dancing Oracle
Around the fire she would dance,
Placing the young men in a trance.
And when each of them she'd approach,
She'd give a little guidance as a coach.
Call her a mystic, an Oracle or fortune-teller,
Her words of hope were more than stellar.
Until she met a stout man in a robe...
Her divination prowess turned stone cold.
"Why do my powers fail to act?"
With these few words, she fell; heart attack.
The fire then faded away,
And the rest of the young men did not stay.
Thursday, November 4, 2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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