Seer
Of course wind blows, forcing fabric to fly around
Slapping away thoughts and daemons to the ground
A conversant stare to a thunderous and wet storm
Centuries old is the Seer, remembering being born
Is this the life that the many shall seek
Brains malformed and bodies too weak
The egos of men shall be wracked with this curse
Ironic acknowledgement his arrogance is worse
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:01 am
Wow! You have this going again!! I remember back when….. always loved the title of your blog/website!!