The gifted young girl with eyes so wise
Can see beyond this mortal guise
She speaks with those who have passed on
Their words to her like a haunting song

She knows of things yet to unfold
Of secrets hidden, stories untold
With each vision she sees a path
And warns of danger, war, and wrath

But those who fear what they don't know
Shout "witch" and "curse" as she bestows
Her gift upon the willing few
Who seek her out for wisdom true

She listens to their tales of woe
And gives advice with heart aglow
But fate is fickle, she must warn
And what she sees is often torn

Soothsayer, can you save them?
From the fate that lies ahead?
Can you see the war and pain
And change the path that lies instead?

Her gift is both a blessing and curse
For what she sees is oft perverse
But she must speak what she has seen
To help prevent what might have been

So let her words bring peace and light
And guide us through the darkest night
For only through her vision clear
Can we hope to overcome our fear

Soothsayer, can you save us?
From the fate that we might face?
Can you see a better path?
And lead us to a brighter place
© The Poetry Man