High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave
Portents from
open Gates of Melding
where roiling in Smokes
on the Scrying Waters
visions of coming Days
revealed in a moment's passing
In gilt Temple Rooms
with shadowed hearts
Oracles speak of Futures
in dark delerium
and Angels dance on Tombstones
in the flickering light
of cold flames
pointing to the end of Days
Hard lidded eyes stare
on old secrets
and a shadowed heart
remembers
dark winged answers
scribed with Quills of Blood
on Vellum Scrolls
Dark hard Truths
and cold heartaches
bleed from the Mage's Eyes
tears for believers
