The Old Universe

Old man asked,
do you have the price?
I can tell your future
at the price of a meal.
You see, nothing nourishing today,
weary and tired
I went.

Never had any seeker true
Have to ask to two.
The old sage sought
Let me see your hand
His hand
Fate written
On the palm of fate.

Suddenly 

This cannot be!
O lord!
Palm-reader old
He could not believe!
He looked at him,
And again back
at the hand
Then he lets go.
Murmurs, the King, the King.
The King
Before disappearing
by a strange brood
Prayed as he should.

Lord Maitreya