I see you off in that world embodied
Possums watch you weave
Fiddling well on essence strings
Stopping wing born creatures
Passing by
My cave not lonely for many circles
My gaze not moved for many moons
Your colour brings foxes forward
Trees fly your name on leaves
You are the change-born bearer
Tied in blood to causes beyond
None shall put you asunder to this
None boy
Take stock the staff this melds to hand
Walk rightly so as grown this pillar
And know that only your shadow sits in closeness
Over ever sight from Merlins gaze
mF
(C) MarkFlood2015
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