Sometimes I wonder how many times destiny can be changed by the intervention af a kind and knowing soul!
This tells us of such a time, I hope you enjoy!
Visions
Baby swaddled in soft doe-skin... Begins this seasons' cycle again. Wise grandmother, a woman of knowlege... Time holds no power she doesnt acknowlege.
Fire eats birch-bark, glowing yellow... Feeds on oak-wood, strong and mellow. Her old eyes water with the knowing... Of what time brings.... To this little one's growing.
From wrinkled gourds tied at her side... She pours rare powder contained inside... Rock circle endures, the smoke proclaims... Powerful incantations, inhibit time again.
Shadows caper, arcane majik writhes... Wafting smoke where infant lies... She purifies this little one... Protects her from the nameless one.
Star-souls strewn 'cross midnight skyes... Watch ancient rites performed this night... Watch as time, stops owls...mid-flight... Watch grandmother, as she cries... Tonight
Coyote screams his sad lament... While others rest, their passions spent... This woman knows what the old words meant... Seeking balance to.... Life's cruel torment.
Infant soul, her time short on earth... Some future time...will grant re-birth.
