Traveler

I travel the old ways

I am the Remembrancer.

The forest knows me

Hostile on my way.

My steps are measured

Meted three by thirteen.

The phantoms cry out

Hunger in their grasp.

Words I repeat cast

Silence on the spirits.

The old path is worn

But seldom traveled.

Tread softly this way

Remove thy footwear.

Every step a remembrance

Of the One who leads me.

I am the Remembrancer

My path is not my own.

Two feet go ahead

One path to follow.

The beast cries and

Echoes defeat.

I take no heed

To lost voices.

My speech is limited

In words from another.

I am the Remembrancer

I am not my own.