Well, what can I say? I thought I'd give it another shot; the words flowed right from the heart.
Divination
Gather round, gather round, and scry.
Spy upon the crystal’s fragments!
Their shattered pieces glisten brazenly in the hearth of the mind’s eye.
To run your hand upon these blades of tomorrow forewarns to make you hollow.
Yet what be tomorrow to thine foresight?
Vicious desire tightens thy grasp with future-seeking by memory’s hopes.
If only one could divine beyond the storm,
The hope so forlorn might shine once more.
A fortune of love, they say.
