I have seen you before,
Black One.
You washed my clothes
in the ford
and blood sprang from
their threads.
I heard you keening
and I knew I was dead.

I have felt you before,
Black One.
You wrapped my ankles
around with yourself,
and blood sprang from
my wounds.
I heard you howl in rage,
and knew that I was doomed.

I have healed you before,
Black One.
You sat blind and grey,
and tears sprung from
your hollow face.
I heard you, and blessed you,
and knew by your smile I was cursed.

I have feared you before,
Black One.
You hurled dire prophecy
on all men
and life sprang from
their veins.
I heard your chant,
and knew the fear that killed.

I have seen you before,
Black One.
Now you sit on my shoulder,
here at the stone,
and blood flows from me,
taking life with it.
I hear you calling,
and know that I am dead.