She sat in a dimly lit room; her face wrinkled; nails painted red;
Madam Celeste her name, fortune teller; contactor of the dead
Bade me sit across from her; lighting candles to cleanse the air
In front of her, a crystal ball sat on a golden stand for her to stare
Nervously I waited as she chanted some words only known to her
Preparing for the visions; their revelations her words began to stir
It seemed the crystal ball was glowing now; much to my surprise
both her hands on either side the globe; then with piercing eyes
Madam Celeste peered deep; my fortune to capture and reveal.
First the words she spoke were well received; of a heart I’d steal
Then her mood became somber, as she gazed into the abyss.
“Some things one should never know; before it’s time dear Miss;
The crystal ball flickered; as if spirit’s presence attempted flight;
It then glowed dimmer till for a moment; stopped projecting light
Perhaps you’d like to know; if riches come, I can foretell that.”
Perplexed, she refused to tell me what she saw before; I sat
Asking her to relent, share what was to come; she shook her head.
For a time you’ll know much joy and love; but soon you will be dead.
Blood rushed from my brain; why had I made her share such news;
Now I am doomed to fear; to wonder what day my life I’ll lose
Never ask your fortune told; ignorance is better than knowing more!