Delphi

Ashes cast into the pit.
Pungent smell flows like snakes above it.
The oracle rolls her head and moans.
Sweat on her neck, eyes flit.
She awakes.

A bent finger extends.
The traveller bends his crowned head.
Shadows dart and fly by flame.
Silk gowns drape.
Here in Delhpi's dramatic terrain,
most famed among Greeks.
Virgin priestessess bow.
The oracle speaks.

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