The Maiden's Oath

In the forge's fiery depths, I wrought a maiden fair,
An oracle to behold, with beauty beyond compare,
Her sightless eyes, a blessing, my monstrous visage spared.

In the darkness, she finds her sight,
Her visions a beacon, a guiding light.

Through veiled eyes, she gazes, the future she'll perceive,
My heart aches in longing, for her sight I can't retrieve.
A man and oracle entwined, forging history.

Her lips part not to pass a word,
Yet in her silence, truths are heard,
She reads the stars, the fates, the skies,
The secrets that my soul denies.
Within her gaze, my rotten soul exposed,
Her visions piercing, truth imposed,
She sees the darkness that lies within,
Yet, she embraces me, unafraid of sin.

Now I know...
In the final hour, I will hold her tight,
Collapsing visions, dark as night,
Together we'll face the blows of fate
Now we have a life to celebrate

I blinded myself with love for the blind maiden,
sitting here in silence, caressing my face.
The face of her god she'll never see.
To tell the future stories is her destiny.