Rhiannon The Mystic

There is a cottage by a disused well,

And in it lives a strange and haggard crone,

Knock on her door and she will give a tell

Of future moments yet to you unknown.

No crystal balls or scattered runic tiles,

No divinations of the palm or flame,

Her forecasts lie in bodies she defiles,

The practice of the Necromancer's game.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love your sharp witty storyline following a squirmy wormy path. Great rhyme & rhythm using sophisticated word choices that convey a mysterious mood. Love how the last two words open up a huge vat of possibilities by only using those two well-chosen words. That's the way to say a small amount & yet conjure up a huge amount in the reader's imagination (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie