Whispering tall,
whispering far,
whispers tell it all.
I cannot foresee the future
though there are
deep dark secrets
locked inside my crystal ball.
All is shrouded,
captured in the prism wall.
Dusty caverns,
sleepy hollows,
tocking of the clock unwind.
Mystic fog,
uncertain travel,
Fear has drawn
the curtain
of my mind.