• Tricia D. Wagner

Nights on Spice Island #1.25

Updated: Sep 11


You say you're a prophetess, do you?

And can cypher the hand on the wall.

"Mene! Mene!" you cry, and forecast

that those you don't care for will fall.

Can you also read fate in the sky lights?

Star-crossed yarns that never speak well

of those whose minds differ from your mind,

whose histories, never, you'd tell.

Here's the rub.

Declare yourself one with your god's thoughts,

Rise over the threat of a fault

those suffering your condemnations

will label this, justly, "assault."

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