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.