I finished the tea in the
delicate bone china cup and
the fortune teller swirled it
in her slender fingered grasp
overturning it in the saucer
she read the leaves and told me
that I was to fall in love
with an endangered species;
someone that could make me blush
just by complimenting the
quiet confidence of my stride.
I knew the truth in her words
but I felt that such a rare breed
would never really be safe
with a huntress such as myself-
better to watch from afar than to
risk the bloodshed such a union
might endure.

The thing about hearing the future
is you only get half the truth.



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