Veiled prophets of the sands of time,
Whispers echo in a cryptic rhyme.
Oracles whisper, secrets untold,
Of futures unfolding, both brave and bold.

Eyes pierce the veil, through ages they see,
Triumphs and trials are yet to happen.
Mortals seek guidance, a whispered plea,
To chart a course on life's stormy sea.

But riddles confound, a tapestry spun,
Of cryptic warnings, battles yet won.
Free will is a compass, a path to define,
The Oracles murmur, the choice will be thine.
Only through the oracles of time