Welcome to the ways
in which

I, a storyteller
born and bred
now walk among the living,
and among the dead

listen now,
as I share with thee

whispered words
of stone
and tree

Cast out amongst
the tossing sea

outcasts now
we wander free

our supper now
of raven’s wings
and all the
bitter
beautiful
things
that freedom brings

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