Mirror of the Diviner

Mirror of the Diviner

Silver bowl and thread of hair,
I call the storm, I taste the air.
The cards are drawn, the runes have turned,
The fire speaks, the leaves have burned.

The answer hides in shifting light—
I see the day inside the night.

I am the mirror, I am the flame,
The tide that moves but has no name.
I cast the bones, I read the skies—
And tell the truth that time denies.
Don’t ask for hope, don’t beg for lies—
The Diviner sees with second eyes.

A voice beneath the river’s skin,
A shadow where your thoughts have been.
The wheel has turned, the veil is thin—
The future waits to call you in.

A drop of blood, a whispered vow—
The knowing lives inside the now.

I am the mirror, I am the flame,
The path that shifts but stays the same.
I read your thread from root to crown—
And name the place you'll rise or drown.
Don’t chase the light, don’t curse the rain—
The Diviner knows both joy and pain.

Salt and smoke and candle glass,
See what is and what shall pass.
The stars will blink, the wind will sigh—
But truth is born where questions die.

I am the mirror, clear and wide,
The watcher on the shifting tide.
What you become is in your hands—
But I have seen where each step lands.
So take your fate, and make it burn—
The Diviner speaks—now wait… and learn.