Oracle
The writing on the wall appears....
She watches beneath dark, gleaming eyes, always knowing.
They sit, waiting for an explanation. For she is the only one who can give it. Underneath the innocent façade reveals a complex soul that comprehends secrets, understands lies, and sees straight through illusions.
It cannot be described....
A walking contradiction, not wanting to be explained. Blessings and curses one in the same. All that is loved is destroyed; all hate thrives. Peace and chaos dwell where none other can; hope and despair grow into one. Nothing is, as it appears to be.
In her eyes reflects broken dreams and wishes lost to a time disappeared. In her smile there is a sadness that cannot be controlled.
Awaiting translation....
Her cadent voice brings doom and tragedy that is to come. A sweet melody, filled with dismal fore comings veils the faces of the ones who are close, bringing confusion amongst them.
A prophecy fulfilled....
Like a tidal wave, darkness swept through, and like a whirlwind it departed, leaving a shockwave of unsettled emotions.
Reverting back to her innocent stance, she takes charge. Drying the tears, calming the fears, all the while whispering, "Only time shall tell, only time shall tell."
Oracle.