Nowhere can a secret keep
always secret, dark and deep,
half so well as in the past,
buried deep to last, to last.
Keep it in your own dark heart,
otherwise the rumors start.
After many years have buried
secrets over which you worried,
no confidant can then detray
all the words you didn't say.
Only you can then exhume
secrets safe within the tomb
of memory, of memory,
within the tomb of memory.
...remaining at her watch, the Babe, as well as the One. Wandering admist the night, doing the patrol, the weave woven and cast. Those under its guise, knowing naught its power.
The ward upon the child, and the mark she lain upon her. Keeps any and all from bringing to her harm. Unbeknowst to him, or ignored by the One, they once more hold the bond that was held so fierce so long ago.
Time like the tide, ebbs and flows, and the shatterings of the past, always toss shards into the present, to remind us of how things were and how they again could be.
She moves up within the Vallenwoods, nestling within its massive limbs, alert, prepared and always on watch, weather in wake or dream as the visions keep her aware of those who deem to do harm, or betray...
