Mythology: The Seer

Cards unfurled,
the ghost god speaks,
within me, without me.
I see a mingled fate
in a dream in a new scene.
The deserted hills of my
home, have now become
the Tower of my life.

Ink stained, dream strained.
Who are you wrapped in
shrouds of a forgotten people.
My tribe, my clan
scattered in foreign tongue and blood.

I see the pain inside of a violent sky.
Blue eyes, scarred.
I feel the pulse of drums inside our skin.
Drawing, connecting, forever ending, forever beginning.

The cards lay there, soaking power.
Energies cradled in me, in you.
A pyre inflamed with us dancing to
the drum beat.
The ghost god sings, screams, strangled
words from our mouths.

Mystified, hypnotized a million eyes on you...