The Oracle.(daughter of Pythias)

Girl born with the gift of premonition

THE ORACLE

In shadowed dreams, she came to be
A whisper born of prophecy
Her eyes were stars in heavens gaze
She bore the curse for all her days

At birth they chanted ancient verse
A fate inscribed, a binding curse
A silent tear, a baby’s breath
An oath was sworn of life and death

She learned the runes, the sacred fire
A child unto the god’s desire
While others slept in peaceful night
She saw the flames of kingdoms fight

Amongst the kings she found her place
A seer’s soul behind her face
In wisdoms name she would speak
Her words made tyrants strong or weak

The war drums beat, the arrows flew
The fields were stained in crimson hue
The widows wailed, the children cried
A blood soaked field where fathers died.

A prayer she sent into the sky
With trembling voice and tearful eye
“Release me now,this unholy curse
She kneels before the universe

The heavens stirred, a voice came clear
“My child, your sorrow brought me hear
You were not born to suffer pain
But guide the world through storm and rain

Leave your lands, abandon pride
Seek wisdom in the mountainside
The sages wait with gentle hand
To teach the truth you’ll understand”

She knelt before their weathered face
And found her strength in silent grace
They showed her how to read the skies
To turn her curse to healing ties

She walked among the lowly fields
Foretold the harvest, blessed the yields
No longer bound by royal chains
She danced beneath the summer rains

Now dreams are hers, not war or strife
She lives a quiet, noble life
For in her heart, the truth now soars
She is the key to end all wars.