The Oracle

the song of the enchantress

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THE ORACLE

Silver strands frame your sculpted face
Lined and gaunt, a masterpiece
Carved by joy and loss
Hard earned wisdom shines through.

Your eyes like steel, seeing all
Reflect years of tears and contemplation,
You brush a lock of hair from your cheek
Your view is clear, your voice is true.

You sing words delivered in a dream
Prophetic, from the oracle they come,
Weaving trance, altering minds
Burning images in the brain.

You are an enchantress, spirit made flesh
Born to carry the sorrowful tales
Of love, sacrifice and denial
Wounding the soul with eternal regret.

Your beguiling performance
Sends chills up the spine
Your gestures are magical
Seducing the crowd.

You remove your necktie, unbutton your shirt
Serenading the moon, blessing the sky
You fall to your knees
Red lips kiss the ground
You murmur a spell and cross your chest.
©2026 Stephanie M. Vargo