Arcane Roots
Every year the countless pass in a blur, racing to the top and back to visit the Lion couchant.
A few pause momentarily, their time is different to mine, interlopers in my world they are gone almost before they arrive.
As the seasons pass I stand and watch, as the weeks turn to months and the months to years, the cycle replays.
I'll hold my vigil till one day I retreat back to the earth from where I once rose, and bequeath all that I am, so a new watcher can take my place.
Arcane Roots
Every year the countless pass in a blur, racing to the top and back to visit the Lion couchant.
A few pause momentarily, their time is different to mine, interlopers in my world they are gone almost before they arrive.
As the seasons pass I stand and watch, as the weeks turn to months and the months to years, the cycle replays.
I'll hold my vigil till one day I retreat back to the earth from where I once rose, and bequeath all that I am, so a new watcher can take my place.