Reblogged from The Silent Eye:
The birds told me of your coming.
Hawk and Raven follow you;
sight and memory,
soaring of wings and thought.
I see you… tall and grey, small and red.
I see the purpose in your step and know where it leads.
I know what you seek…
I have been waiting since they laid me under stone…you come for my eyes.
There is a price…
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