She has a gift from the gods For she is a seer Eyes unblinkingly open Seeing all the world Flutter between her lashes In choatic, chalked out frames Body wracked by sobs She begs the gods To rip her eyes from her skull She is an innocent She rocks herself back and forth But there is no comfort For those who watch the world die Every time they close their eyes And sit on their beds, paralyzed There is no comfort For the seer
In Greek mythology, Sibyls= a sort of seer, usually related to Apollo