 | | He tossed the stones of rune from dish
Skipped jumped and slid I say
And pointed truths to one who read
Revealed for those who pay
With weathered watch, he spoke the marks
Upon stones deeply etched
With guided words delivered quick
Each story that was fetched
But in the stones, he cast, then read
Was more than just an act
So clear the images appeared to him
As he read them plain as fact
Surprise intense, when I was read
The details hid not in cloak
The image sharp as any seen
From skills he did evoke
A cheerful man with modest ways
His manner I've seen before
This touch of soul carress of heart
His awesome gift to gor
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