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.
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