Prophecy

Prophecy

She lights the candles,
four of them--
one for each quarter.

A storm in the distance
brings fire, water and air.
Bowl of earth on altar.

The circle is cast.

She gazes intently
into the smoky mirror
awaiting the vision
she knows will come.

It shows itself and
she grits her teeth.

Darkness. Despair.

Evil is coming her way.

The wind howls its response,
catching her velvet cape.

The prophecy is to be.