Seeress
As sky liquefies into pinks and gold
A lady doth sit, millennia old -
Not a sign of age does mark her face,
She is lithe and beautiful; a vision of grace
Surrounded by willows, enwreathed in white mist
Fireflies dance, they weave and they twist,
Blossoms drift upon whispering breeze
She listens intently to the song of the trees
On emerald grass rests leather bound tome
Ancient secrets within, mysteries unknown;
Releasing the clasp, she invokes the rites
Ready to witness with her otherworldly sight
Power shines forth from deep scarlet eyes,
Lightning cracks, illuminating the sky
Shadows creep in, twilight slowly wanes
Magic of the Stars pulsates in her veins
With eyes closed to this world, visions appear
Unseen hand records the words of the seer,
Pages fill with mysteries, warnings and lore
Prophecies and visions she’ll record evermore
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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