Stand and speak in tongues of fire
stories of the last flame in this desert world
laid to ruin when the many waters receded
and its fertile valleys filled with dust and sand
Now dimly glows the flame as darkness comes
and the winds blow bitter cold to snuff it out
Melted wax pools reflect the dying light
and the scryers crawl forth to gaze beyond
into prophecy of a broken sky and raining blood
New life from clouds that hang as the corpses
of many worlds fallen into one
collected now among the wandering dunes of this desert
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Ever had your fortune read? What did they tell you?
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The Light is On 
12 responses to “The Scryers”
Just the note to denote another re-post 😉
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/09/14/the-scryers-mitchell-david-ring-the-light-is-on/
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Thank YOU! Cheers (:
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I did it once, because of my friend. She said I have good future but I need to work hard for that. Kinda obverse I say. Lol
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I’d agree with that observation, haha! Too bad it wasn’t “you’ll have a great future, and you don’t have to do anything at all for it.”
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Still no fun in that, hahah.
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Fair enough! Cheers
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Cheers !
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So timely!
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Thank you, cheer (:
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The local village gazette used to have horoscopes in it. Sometimes they were clearly directed towards individuals, things like “You have offended a friend, apologies should be made before forgiveness can be given. Cake is always appreciated”.
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Ha! I suppose statistically making it very pointed is bound to get at least one person…
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This was a village of about 100 people at the time – some of them really were directed at a specific single individual. 😀
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