The Fortune Teller
She beckoned me to enter her world of mystery
Incense, smoke and mirrors, and untold witchery
I started walking by her, but something pulled me in
And so I dropped my money in her ancient box of tin
She led me through a corridor, into a darkened room
I followed close behind her trail of sweet, but strange perfume
We sat down at a table and she cast her cards aside
Uncovering a crystal ball with dancing flames inside
Her eyes began to darken as she stared into the ball
She fell into a trance, and then the Gypsy told it all
She talked about my sorrows, my failures and my wins
She knew about my deepest fears and all about my sins
From childhood to the future, she spoke about my life.
The little girl, the soldier, the lover and the wife
She knew about my lovers, and all about my past
And strung them all together like a movie’s greatest cast
Then suddenly, the Gypsy woke, the fire left her eyes
As if awaking from a dream in genuine surprise
Seemingly unfazed by all the confidences told
Dreams filled with the secrets which the crystal ball did hold
She walked me back out to the door, and we said our goodbyes
Aware of how her visions would forever keep us tied
Now every time I want to know what will and will not be
I’ll ask the Fortune Teller, for her crystal ball can see
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