A Fortune Told
Time reared its rusty scythe
towards the fortune-teller;
a fortune-told now rests
beyond the reach of existence;
time moves on, ticking to unwind
the perpetual feathers tickling
the twinkling eyes of night
into laughter.
Time reared its rusty scythe
towards the fortune-teller;
a fortune-told now rests
beyond the reach of existence;
time moves on, ticking to unwind
the perpetual feathers tickling
the twinkling eyes of night
into laughter.