A Very Old Wizards Poem -
From: The Stone of Tears - Second book of the Sword of Truth series.
~How many different ways can we tie this into our lives..? Tons.~
The screelings are loose and the Keeper may win.
His assassins have come to rip off your skin.
Golden eyes will you see if you try to run.
The screeling will get you and laugh like it's fun.
Walk away slowly or they'll tear you apart,
and laugh all day long as they rip out your heart.
Golden eyes will see you if you try to stand still.
The screelings will get you, for the Keeper they kill.
Hack 'em up, chop 'em up, cut 'em to bits,
or else they will get you while laughing in fits.
If screelings don't get you the Keeper will try,
to reach out and touch you, your skin he will fry.
Your mind he will flail, your soul he will take.
You'll sleep with the dead, for life you'll forsake.
You'll die with the Keeper till the end of time.
He hates that you live, your life is the crime.
The screelings might get you, it says so in text.
If screelings don't get you the Keeper is next,
lest he who's born true can fight for life's bond.
And that one is marked; he's the pebble in the pond.
· Tue May 26, 2009 @ 01:35pm · 0 Comments