[Calann]: 135.Poetry.Archaic melodies

Sing, chant low unto me
the ancient verses that are to be

unite our souls, our minds
so this bond we share refuge finds

We once have been made keepers
of promises, of still sleepers

the destiny of my people, my heritage
daughter of Odin meant to become a sage

To heal, to mend wounds of old
I must be the one to remember the stories told

and lo, I have seen everything
on my long journeys, vagabond wandering

Soft tresses of raven hair
frame this pale face fair

with eyes surrounded by wrinkles etched deep
that many a time did weep

Come with me, step to the unknown
where many a future shall be shown

and so in the symphony halls of life
my words linger, they shall thrive