The Crystal Ball Poem by John Ackerman

THE CRYSTAL BALL

We don't come alone
We are fire, we are stone
inside of me grasping trying to reach forth
the silence etched inside my brain
strength comes from within to reach my faithful friend
Black knights with evil wizards draw bridges
the smell from the tormentors below gasping for air
stare inside my crystal ball with black magic
falling into an abyss as if in a covet
the walls of maggot infested feces beneath explose in extacy illimunating dream
with conclaves of plaster to seal your doom in the columns of pillars loosened
the lone brigade of statues fashioned in a direct line
surface the structure filled with utter mystery
a captivated mystery

thinking inside the palm of my hand whento understand
crystallized spheres in their heightened place aware
dangling in peril the mystery unfolds
to see through the crystal ball
only for what?