Her belly's faint,
as she holds a slight bend in her brow.
Two steps at a time,
she's almost there.
The cracks widen,
as she continues to juggle her weight,
glancing at the blazing sea,
a buried pain that stretch beneath her.
Racing from a past of ancient ruins,
the Oracle appears.
For no wish shall be granted,
but a future to be told.
Bands of light dance around her,
while the moon reflects chosen paths.
The sun shall rise shortly,
stars will fade but black remains.
With no need for breath,
she exhales her fears and pleads for her sins.
Next time she's heard,
she's not bound to win.
Please,
come again.
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