The fair was back in town.
As I strolled through all the multitude,
In sound, I thought I'd drown.
A prickling down my spine.
I turned and saw the small blue tent,
What fortune would be mine?
I stepped inside the cool dark place,
"Come in, sit down, your fortune told",
I glanced up to a delicate face.
A ball of crystal by her hands,
On velvet cover black as night,
Red hair framed her face in strands.
A woman comes for you alone.
Your one true love in all the world,
With this one you will make a home".
Believed her I did not.
And then she screamed a piercing cry,
She saw, I knew not what.
I caught and laid her down.
Then ran outside to find some help,
On my face, a serious frown.
The beauty in my path.
And as I helped her to her feet,
She gave a nervous laugh.
The fortune teller's ill".
"What fortune teller?" was her reply,
At once the air grew still.
The breath caught in my chest,
An empty space was in its place,
Had I merely been possessed?
As something caught my eye.
The orb of jade I'd seen before,
Round the neck of this passer by.
I turned toward the sound.
Sunlight framed the delicate face,
Of the one I'd knocked to the ground.
And I looked into her eyes,
My spine tingled as she said,
"I'm Jade, I live nearby"....
