Everything shimmers and floats,
In a Glastonbury caravan
Where I had my runes read for fun.
Heeding a dizzy sensation
As I entered the little room,
I sat on the little stool.
And was told my questions wanted answers,
But I couldn’t think- of whom?
She summoned up a terrible thing,
Lava red- adorned with bony spears on his head.
Puffing as it spoke, so rings of smoke
filled the room, and fire leapt in the glowing gloom.
“And what is it you’ve come to know?” He said.
“Do you desire power- over the winds that blow?
Over the moon that shines and the grasses that grow
Or do you just want to bend the minds of men?
Because we can make a deal, you know!”