January 28, 2014
oh he's a fine fat rabbit now…
i like them as well as toads
lay your sign or symptom before me
i will tell you what it bodes
i have no fear of age or endings
i find i like being a hag
i keep the bones of trouble-makers
in my crane-skin rune bag
i gather herbs in the hedges
and watch the moon rise over the hill
i smile because you think you'll never need me
and i know that you will
some day when the iron in your blood
tastes of metal in your mouth
a time when your life is a flood
or a long soul-powdering drought
you will knock at my door one evening
you will seek my creaky art
i will see if you are worthy
i will test your burning heart
you may not like the taste of my magic
or what i have to tell
the shapes in my fire may frighten you
you may fear the final spell
but i can find the straighter path
i can show you what is true
i can heal the hurt you didn't know you had
i can bring you home to you.
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