The Crystal ball Seer

The Crystal ball Seer

He spoke in verses, sharp and clear,

his words would bend, then disappear.

A poet man with eyes like glass,

each rhyme foretold, each line his past.

His crystal ball would hum and glow,

revealing truths he dared not know.

He wrote the stars, he sketched the sea,

but never penned his own destiny.

For when he tried, the orb went black,

his future lost, no turning back.

Now trapped within his written fate,

a poet doomed to watch and wait.

Yet in the glass, a flicker stirred—

his name now written , his fate now known.

With one last verse, one final call,

he shattered time—and broke the ball.

This poem is for and inspired by Lightening Bolt