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nt of view of a former fortune teller, named Penelope at this point in the 21st century. A combination of a curse and her own powers has allowed her to live many centuries and travel all over the world.</p><blockquote id="01a0"><p><b><i>Ronan and I have been in New Orleans for several days. I met a<a href="https://readmedium.com/descending-into-the-otherworld-21e80595e59d"> river god</a>, who helped me in his own twisted fashion.</i></b></p></blockquote><blockquote id="4505"><p>I will tell you what you wish to know, Little sister of the sun, so bold to venture here. I will you what the child is, Who waits for her. But the answers will burrow deep within, Called forth at another time and place, Though not at your command.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="5c7a"><p><b><i>I do not trust the gods, but I need their aid and know it always comes with a price.</i></b></p></blockquote><blockquote id="b209"><p><b><i>I plan another meeting tonight. I have met the Baron and his conso

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rt, Maman Brigitte</i>,<i> before.</i></b></p></blockquote><p id="cfd7" type="7">I am the master of life and death, god of the crossroads</p><blockquote id="f3b2"><p><b><i>I prepare for hard bargaining and buy Montecristo cigars and Don Q rum. The road to the Baron always runs through his vices.</i></b></p></blockquote><blockquote id="f126"><p><b><i>Penelope</i></b></p></blockquote><p id="92ff">Penelope has walked with death before.</p><div id="2793" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-plague-519381447694"> <div> <div> <h2>The Plague</h2> <div><h3>Death walks the land</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*[email protected])"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The Fortune Teller | New Orleans, Present Day

Baron Samedi

He stands between the worlds of the living and the dead

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But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes Indeed you’re gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody Bob Dylan

Outrageous death god

Long refused to dig my grave

Will he make a deal

Old lecher Tobacco, rum Young women

Will he deal Will I serve Will it help

My power Will draw him I must try

These poems are told from the point of view of a former fortune teller, named Penelope at this point in the 21st century. A combination of a curse and her own powers has allowed her to live many centuries and travel all over the world.

Ronan and I have been in New Orleans for several days. I met a river god, who helped me in his own twisted fashion.

I will tell you what you wish to know, Little sister of the sun, so bold to venture here. I will you what the child is, Who waits for her. But the answers will burrow deep within, Called forth at another time and place, Though not at your command.

I do not trust the gods, but I need their aid and know it always comes with a price.

I plan another meeting tonight. I have met the Baron and his consort, Maman Brigitte, before.

I am the master of life and death, god of the crossroads

I prepare for hard bargaining and buy Montecristo cigars and Don Q rum. The road to the Baron always runs through his vices.

Penelope

Penelope has walked with death before.

The Plague

Death walks the land

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