Woe to the dreamer of dreams

Woe to the dreamer of dreams

Woe to the spinner of tales

Woe to the choirs that sing

Woe to the prophets, the seers of fate.

For in the abundance is poverty

In the visions, delusion

The wheel spinning, a mockery,

An endless contradiction.

Silence, pirouetting, swaying

Among the dead, shadowy

Vestiges, now long gone

So lies the fate, the destiny.

Beware the teller of lies

Beware the harbinger of truth

Beware the spectral outlines

Blurring the what is and not.

~ Judith Vaddi