32: Ode to a Fortunetelling
I.
The land was never to rest
The princess locked in a tower
The Tarot card laid on the chest
Her feelings began to sour
The teller made an impression.
The reading made her afraid
Causing her land to shake
No longer an innocent maid
Her future unlocked a black quake
Regretting this fortunetelling session.
II.
With bad news outlined and decked,
The princess’ plans become questions.
Is my future so hopelessly wrecked?
Could all these cards offer suggestions
On how to avoid certain death?
Now the tellers is free from the prison
The girl’s dread grows to an unheard of height
He leaves the poor princess in derision
Lamenting her bad luck and plight
It is hard to capture her breath.
III.
Are you leaving me with no way fight this?
She calls after him furious and contrite
He replies that no one can avoid the abyss
Her thoughts reel with contempt and spite
How is she supposed to digest this mess?
The foreseer just shrugs his shoulders
Lets the door lock on it own
She tears the armor from its holders
I guess I am battling this one alone
Never again to wear a pink silken dress.
Categories:
foreseer, adventure, death, life, mysteryfuture,
Form: Ode
Love is blind in the eyes of the foreseer destined to find true love.
Love is a flame burning every second in a roaring fire.
Love is real full of passion and intimacy.
Love is a feeling deep inside your soul.
Love is what I feel for you and I hope
You feel it too deep inside of you.
Love is a firm embrace that won’t let go.
Love is faith and hope and everything else that is grand.
Love is a kiss upon your gentle lips.
Love is my destiny and so are you.
Love is never letting go of what you believe in.
Love is holding you every waking moment.
Love is….you.
Love is looking into your eyes and seeing forever.
Love is the longing in my heart, soul and everything in me.
Categories:
foreseer, lovelonging,
Form: Lyric
Telling of doom and despair, they write in poetry and prose.
Hearing and deciphering as in any piece, varied elucidation,
Every century, has a foreseer of the past, their words have rose.
Preparing for tragic events, is like finding something un-lost.
Reality sets in afterwards, when the details and time has past.
Only profiteers gain from our fears, while humanity pays the cost.
Prophecies are words shared, written of mind and heart.
Hearing tales from the past, though written only after the fact.
Every one in their hearts, know the truth‘s, from the start.
Careless weaving of tales can bring such harm and destruction.
Years may change the words, prophets continue in the part.
Categories:
foreseer, history, life, natural disasters,
Form: Acrostic