with audio by Jordon Hodges
“I’ll tell you the tale of the Mystic of the Profound
But try to not speak too loudly there’s guards all around
“His name was Harlow, The Great Fortuneteller
He lived day and night in the king’s royal cellar
“Through the hanging colored beads and incense swirling smokes
He sat calmly there, in his royal, royal-blue cloaks
“He would cast magic spells and tell the future to the king
But to always know your future is quite a boring thing
“Late one night Harlow calmly took up his crystal ball
Tucked it into his cloaks, then passed right through the wall
“Into the moat he threw the ball as he passed
He’d never again know the future, just the present and past
“Losing his fortuneteller drove the old king insane
It’s against the law now to even whisper Harlow’s name
“Where’s Harlow now? Some say in the mountains planting mandrake seeds
Others say he travels around selling strings of colored beads
“One thing’s for sure, if the guards find him tomorrow, if he’s caught and convicted
At least it will be something new and exciting that he never predicted
“To escape all the king’s guards? There’s really little chance he succeeds
Oh by the way I forgot to ask, would you care to buy some beads?