The Seer
A seer sings of life that brings,
As the beginning of Spring he feels
Within.
While the stars look down upon his
Brow. Fire they see which burns
In He.
His head hangs heavily, but his
Soul is free,
For his spirit doth wander into
Eternity.
With a mind of total clarity,
He speaks no more on things
That will be,
For he knows not everyone
Is ready to see.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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