ORACLE

Whispers seep out of the cloven earth
bearing an oozing, soughing voice
in the rocky rift where ley lines meet.
Follow the path with torches lit.
Feel the burden of somber air.
Fall into a trance divine.

Listen! to her in the fissure wide.
Listen! as our veils divide.

Chant:
Chthonic priestess of earthen realm
whose words become our chronicle,
remove for us this cloudy veil
that we may see what lies ahead.

Listen! for the words that alter our souls.
Listen! here in the navel of the world.

In the cave the timeless sibyl abides
coaxing prophesies from the stone chasm
wherein she quarries gems,
ornate secrets of future times.

Copyright ©1998 Phrag~Hag Louise Chambers