Tiresias
LoFor in the small grasses of my homeland lived Tiresias
A man, nay woman, nay man who saw everything
But could not see
The wisest off all he could not see
And most knowing of the things he could
Could thee tell your tomorrows apart?
Nay, but old Tiresias could
Kings asked the blind man for guidance
So many has the blind one guided
Only to hear them stray from his path
Each one leading to the one they call Hades
Why can you not follow the guidance of the Blind One?
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 04:21
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