A Chronicle of Prophecies Obscured

Sometime after twilight the hoary astromancer Xiao Lin
Her passion delicately sublimed over scores of years of being
Balancing gravity with forces commonly unfelt, let her feet glide up
The ornate spiral steps going up the sentinel tower
That upheld (in its time) the magical art of foretelling occurrences on earth
By keenly observing the ephemeral heavens

The perpetual smile playing on her fresh lips widened as she saw
A perfect halo around the full moon that lit up vividly
The magical characters, shapes scarring its silver disk
And effortlessly, her limbs moved to create (for the powers of her cognition)
A perfect stance to fuse herself into the happenings in the heavens

And lo, in the halo spread wide some puddles appeared
Pooling into them was a buttery yellow substance
That seeped in from the circumference and slowly
Caked into a rough, jagged scab that over time obscured the entire moon

Something was at work swishing behind this cataract as soon gashes broke its surface
And a faint, translucent fluid (tinged with the colors of a lunar rainbow) oozed out softly
While moving in synchronicity to the magic of the living heavens
Xiao Lin weaved the fine details of the progression above into her slow dance

In time the moon was restored to what it always was, its halo again intact
And our scholar, applying brush to parchment, created some characters unknown
That portended unlikely happenings on this basal earth, spread across eons to come
Ah, her almond eyes were agleam, her senses flowed in pulsing harmony

And my mind’s eye, as it clearly brings forth the birth of these prophecies
Fails alas to discern yet what they are
And oh what they mean