Wanderings of A Crimson Seer

The crimson seer doth roam
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow

The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide

With trembling hands she grasps  
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps  
The threads that none construe

Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold  
To show what none dare say

The cards she spreads with care
Each sigil drawn in blood
To those who seek her there
She speaks of grief in flood

The pentagrams she draws  
On earth and sacred stone
Her knowledge of the laws  
Wrought through powers unknown

Yet still she wanders far
In crimson-cloaked despair
For all beneath the star  
Must bow to fate’s cruel snare