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108: Original Poetry: Sublime oracle
Title: sublime oracle
Fandom: Original
Length: 220
Rating: Gen
Prompt: sublime
Inspired by this photo:
Notes: Supernatural elements.
Summary: Part 5 (of 5) Our formerly heartbroken heroine becomes a fae oracle in the woods.
yet scores and scores of years do pass
yet age forsakes the woodland-welcomed lass
as bricks and mortar stand, withstand, then fall
as season change, her bright eyes see it all
for she has drank of sweet, enchanted brew
for, by these sip and drips, her airs renew
thus, arrived, then abided, in the great dwelling,
thus, survived, never died, living on in telling
as comely spectre with hall but no feast
as edifice crumbles, her soul moves east
into the woods, away from manor walls,
into the forest, moss carpet, moon palls
and on she lives, gathering acumen
and insight and wisdom beyond the ken
then whispers of ghosts give way to new tales
then word of oracle to part the veils
when hearts break by amusement carousel
when kisses prove false, when memories tell
when sanity is wrenched like a curtain
when ‘all’s lost’ is the only thing certain
like the click of a letter through a slot
like the snick of fate, they’re drawn to her spot
by automobile, on foot or by train,
by land, sea, or air, across the astral plane
by the ruins of a manor, they go
and into her woods, the battered and slow
she grants what is needed: peace, truth or time,
or an offer to join her court sublime
Fandom: Original
Length: 220
Rating: Gen
Prompt: sublime
Inspired by this photo:

Notes: Supernatural elements.
Summary: Part 5 (of 5) Our formerly heartbroken heroine becomes a fae oracle in the woods.
yet scores and scores of years do pass
yet age forsakes the woodland-welcomed lass
as bricks and mortar stand, withstand, then fall
as season change, her bright eyes see it all
for she has drank of sweet, enchanted brew
for, by these sip and drips, her airs renew
thus, arrived, then abided, in the great dwelling,
thus, survived, never died, living on in telling
as comely spectre with hall but no feast
as edifice crumbles, her soul moves east
into the woods, away from manor walls,
into the forest, moss carpet, moon palls
and on she lives, gathering acumen
and insight and wisdom beyond the ken
then whispers of ghosts give way to new tales
then word of oracle to part the veils
when hearts break by amusement carousel
when kisses prove false, when memories tell
when sanity is wrenched like a curtain
when ‘all’s lost’ is the only thing certain
like the click of a letter through a slot
like the snick of fate, they’re drawn to her spot
by automobile, on foot or by train,
by land, sea, or air, across the astral plane
by the ruins of a manor, they go
and into her woods, the battered and slow
she grants what is needed: peace, truth or time,
or an offer to join her court sublime