The Story of the Two Clairevoyant

I smile when they talked I giggle when they spoke Silently laughing when they took Their past memories out of the brook As the flowing stream of conversation gushed The stashed memories was revealed and spoken I, at the midst of the two clairvoyant was bashed By their memoirs, even good and harsh As their chanting spells cast in the air I am stunned can’t speak, thrown into flare Listening to their oracles as if they’re bare But for real, before, those are all nightmares To delight in this chant changing I just pretend ignorant as old man aging Their wands was raised as if they’re waging Stoke of their words are really imaging Those past memoirs, and bitter nightmares Those untrue love and playful changes Was washed and changed to cares Of True friendship and good chant pages.