O, soothsayer, truth purveyor
What  have you in store for me?

"Do  not be dazzled by my guise
I’ll tell you where your future lies
So place your hands upon this glass
And  soon you’ll come to realize
Together,  we shall mysticize
The format for predicting lives
Although  you’re seeking an escape
From darkness, herein you may lie"

Our hair begins to rise
My heart pulsating like ire
Colors  changing into fire
And she recites:

"We are consumed by fire everlast
We are sure to be damned dancing with Bast
We are far concentrated in the past
We are redeemed only when we collapse, conceive, and correct"

Does this mean there’s no hope for me?
"Calm, you’ve been challenged, you shall see"
I’m afraid I don’t understand
"Like all the others before thee
They follow pleasure, as it seems
And as result, no longer breathe
Trotting here as an undead corpse
Due to lack of humanity
Break out of ease
Explore the world
Face diversity
Sift through your means
Look into yourself and tell me what you see"

I am intrigued by dark, although
If I follow, I’m alone
It may seem that I may cross my path with others
But I won’t
I may bleed until my bones
Wither out and I die alone
This life is only sought out by the mystic
Beware, and do not go