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Tumblewalker 

Banked off the steady mountains, pushed on by memory
Through swollen gorges flushed with raging waters
Gathered by ancient storms without a warning 
Pounding past the sandy rocks
Crashed through dams along the flooding path
As he held on to timber logs along the way
Then swept off by winds like prestidigitation  
From disappearing south lands with conjured dice in hand
Tumblewalker rolled into Last Chance town to formulate a plan
Quick digits formed their sleight of hand
While Tumblewalker formulates a plan of action
Once he lands on land
He suddenly appeared in front of children pirate like
Seemingly from nowhere in sight
He scared them when he arrived
A black patch covered a missing eye
The other clouded, milky white, piercing, with limited sight
He grants the young ones wishes on the spot to settle them
Magic to be perfected and performed above the storm
He rolls one die.   A one comes up.  A snake eye
An omen more visible than not
This made the children fear a lot
He carried ancient water in a leather bag
An old wool blanket shrouded in a yellow dust
Covered all his vital parts and things he brought
Dice played a major role for his desires and devices
He kissed them twice for luck then vanished in their cast
Tumblewalker rolled out of Last Chance district
Taking his dice and one bad eye  
In a singular milky white last lost glance around
On the same south winds now gone from town
Dematerialized, invisible in that instance 
As though he never existed 
Never seen before, never seen again, as foe or friend
He disappeared
As for the children; who gambled on the chance of magic
Got exactly what they wanted
And what was granted when they first wished it
Tumblewalker vanished as quickly as he had landed
And no one really missed him or his tricks, his dice
His little slice of life
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