After peering into the glowing crystal ball
seated on the rickety table,
my mind was flooded with moving images.
Were they past, present, or future?
Did they originate from the orb?
I cannot say for sure.
I can say I’ve seen many things in this lifetime.
Memories I wish could be recalled.
Memories I wish could be forgotten.
Death has made my acquaintance,
and through loss I’ve felt his cold grip.
Life has given me her contract,
the bottom of which I’ve signed in blood.
My time steadily approaches;
someday the table will collapse and the crystal ball will shatter.