Sibyl, my governess Diverted and adrift What prophecy bound by your circle Sputters from my lips? Talk to me As I think aloud Scribbling frantic script In open court Without reserve In the face of this eclipse
The dark diviner strikes a light And trees of knowledge burn Wrangling augurs glimpse the truth That wiser fools unlearn Second sight Cassandra Ostracized and spurned Mantic maenad chaperone Delirium confirmed If there is nothing more to be said Which way do I turn?
