Just a poem that came from my thoughts about Natu being able to see the future. I wondered what it's like to know what is going to happen, and if it is really so easy to tell someone the truth. And most of all, whether its predictions of good fortune can be trusted.
divination
Give me a coin, and I'll tell you
What you want to hear—
A sliver of your future
Good? Bad? Nonexistent?
I don't know. You present me with your fate to view.
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Thank you for the coin.
Now try not to turn away,
It'll feel a little funny,
It's just me, peering a little into your future.
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Mm. Your future will be carefree—dark—
—Tragic? Tragedy, ah, the thing that so many fear…
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Come, ask me a question, and I'll
Answer it as you want me to.
Ask me what tomorrow's lottery numbers are,
Ask me what time you should register for the contest…
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You don't want any of that? Only a divination,
A question about your safety.
I know the truth. You are not safe.
Not safe at all…
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To uphold my integrity, or to keep that smile on your face?
Should I tell you the truth?
For the truth is both what you desire,
And what you fear.
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Why tell you what is going to happen?
Life's life; it'll happen, whether you know it or not
Why despair you with such bad tidings?
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A nod and a coo—the signal for good luck
The questioning look in your eyes vanish—
You're smiling! Somehow, my heart aches
To know that I didn't tell you the truth,
To know that you are smiling for a lie.
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It is all a dilemma I meet often,
Which I dismiss with the ease of blinking an eye
In the end, all that matters is actually the coins, isn't it?
If I give bad news all the time, no one will come to me
And I won't get any of the coins I love.
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So I'll keep all the truths to myself,
Vending false divinations for shiny gold coins,
Never telling of the dangerous truth that I alone see
—And everyone's happy.
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I do wish I didn't have this power, sometimes.
The future is better left untouched, unknown
And I will keep it unknown from you,
Keeping only joy on your face
With lies, untruths, a masking smile.
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Come, ask me a question,
And I'll answer it as you want me to.
Give me a coin, and I'll tell you
What you want to hear.
I hope you understand the ending—it's supposed to show a twist in the meaning of beginning the lines in some of the stanzas above.