The Oracle

To visit the great oracle,
Enter her lair,
Which stands,
Ominous,
Over yonder.

The raindrops drip,
From the entrance's overhang,
Waking hapless questers,
Pugnaciously.

In you must walk,
Over the spongy moss,
Past the weeping walls,
Through dreary canals,
To an ancient door,
Littered with outlandish runes.

Chant the unheard words,
Of your unspoken dreams,
And the barrier,
Will swing willingly open.

The cowards will step through,
The courageous will flee.

Within she sits,
As she always has,
As she always will,
Communing with the spirits.

She knows of your presence,
And she will speak,
With a pure voice,
When the time is right.