Gaze into the crystal ball
Deep in, where the mist swirls round
Can you see anything at all
Will the future be unwound

 

Are there shadows moving there
Does a picture slowly form
If you stay to watch - beware
You will raise a spirit storm

 

No charlatan sits with you
In this darkened velvet tent
But a Romany right through
She can see the imminent

 

If silver crosses her palm
For the money that you pay,
Reading true, not honeyed balm
On her honour, she must say

 

And when she has imparted
The pre -ordained status quo
Continues as it started
Would you really want to know?