The Crystal Ball's Presage

In a chamber dim, where shadows creep,
A Seer sat, her visions deep.
With crystal clear and flickering light,
She sought the threads of fate’s dark night.

Her fingers traced the ball's smooth sphere,
Murmurs of futures drawing near.
What once was veiled began to show,
The paths of time, both high and low.

“Come forth, ye secrets, both grim and grand,
Reveal your truths at my trembling hand!”
With breath held tight and heart ablaze,
She plunged into the tangled maze.

A flicker—a flicker—a glimpse of despair,
Visions of anguish danced in the air.
Cities aflame and skies turned grey,
Joy turned to sorrow, night swallowed day.

She saw a child with eyes of fright,
A world undone, lost in its plight.
A hero fallen, a kingdom torn,
The seeds of darkness, from hope reborn.

Each truth she uncovered, a weight on her chest,
Her heart grew heavy, her spirit distressed.
For knowledge is a burden, a thorn in the soul,
And visions of fate could take their toll.

“Enough!” she cried, “Let the future be still,
For knowing too much can break thy will!”
But the crystal pulsed, an echoing sound,
Drawing her deeper, where shadows abound.

In the depths of the ball, a truth was laid bare,
The fate of the world hung by threads of despair.
Yet even as darkness clawed at her mind,
A spark of resolve was left to find.

With trembling hands, she broke the trance,
The visions released from their fatal dance.
But as dawn broke, her heart felt the toll,
For to see what’s to come had darkened her soul.

Now whispers of futures rest in her heart,
A Seer who knows the world’s cruel art.
She guards her crystal, a sentinel's gaze,
For some truths are best left to time’s gentle haze.

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