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."