I did not make this poem,
Yet somehow I felt I must share it for you all.
This poem is out of the book "The Sight." Page 175.
As a she cub is whelped with a coat that is white
And human child stolen to suckle the Sight
From a place where injustice was secretly done
Then the Marked One is here, and a legends begun
When Wolfbane is dreamnt of with terror and dread
And untamed are tamed, prepare for the dead
For the shape changers pact with the birds will come true
When the blood of the Varg blends with Man's in the dew
As the Searchers are tempted who hunger and prowl
Down the Pathways of Death, the summoning howl
Then the truest of powers will be fleshed on the bone
And the searchers tempt nature to prey on its own
With the blood at the altar the Vision shall come
When the eye of the moon is as round as the sun
In the citadel raised by the lords of before
The stone twins await--both the power and the law
Then the past and the future shall finally show
To the wounded the secret the Lera must know
And all shall be witness to that which will be
In the mind of the Man Varg, none shall be free
And only a family, both loving and true
May conquer the evil, so ancient, so new
As they fight to uncover what secrets they share
And see in their journey how painful is care
Beware the betrayer, whose meaning is strife
For their faith shall be tried, by the makers of life,
And who shall divine, in the dead of the night
The lies from the truth, the darkness from light?
Like the cry from the scavenger, torn through the air
A courage is needed, as deep as despair.
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