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.