The Seer's Parables
Seer -
The seer sat before me,
Wrapped gently in smoke and satin.
A small smile in purple-painted lips
Peeked out from under her silk veil.
Her crystal on the table before her
Swam in an inner light
That set my heart pattering.
"What is it you want to know?" she asked.
I swallowed the rock in my throat.
"Tell me, O seer, how will the world end?"
Her smile widened.
Her white, white teeth
Gleamed at me.
"That is a deep question, my dear,
As deep as Inkfathom, and just as cold.
The answer
Will surely not bring you any joy."
"I know," I replied,
"But know I must."
Even if I did not know why.
Her smile dazzled once more,
As if I had made light wit.
"You are not ready for my answer.
Perhaps there are other things
You wish to know?"
I nodded.
Her hands embraced the crystal.
The light within it
Swam and jumped
Writhed and stretched.
"Then ask."