When the lamb is lost, and the guide hath strayed...

I AM BUT A WATCHER, EVER PRESENT DESPITE WHAT IS WROUGHT
FOR THE FOLLY IS WHAT IT MAY BE, AND WHAT DOST BE WROUGHT
AND IT IS NOT FOR WHICH YOU KNOW
FOR THOU IST A MORTAL, MEAGER IN ALL BUT ONE
AN UNPIERCEABLE FACADE GIVIN TO THEE BY THAT WHICH IS MORTALITY
FOR I LEAD ALL THAT IS UNTO MINE, AND ALL THAT WISH TO BE QUENCHED OF THEIR DISSATIETY
A MAN IS BUT A PLAYTHING TO THOSE WHOM TRANSCEND
BUT TO HIM WHO KNOWS OF ITS TRUE VALUE DOES BUT REAP WHAT IS ALREADY SOWN
THE WEAK MAY FELL THE MIGHTY, JUST AS THE MIGHTY MAY RULE THE WEAK, AND ALL THAT ARE MIGHTY COME FROM THE WEAK
AS ALL POSH AND FINERY MAY LEAD TO THAT WHICH MAY DEVISE THE GREEN GLOW OF THE SICKLY WENCH, AND THE BLACKISH PLAGUE BROUGHT BY INSOLENT INFERIORITY
JUST AS I AM
YOU ARE
AND JUST AS YOU ARE
IS WHERE IT IS
FOR THEE ARE GARGANTUAN TO THE WEAK, BUT A FOOL OF THE MIGHTY
THOU DOTH INFATUATE THE WEAK FOR THAT OF THE MIGHTY
BUT IN DOING SO, DOST THOU BREED THE SEED
THE SEED WHICH HARBORS THE BLACK
AND PROVIDES THE KINDLING FOR THE CRONE
FOR IN THAT 'ONE' YOU ARE GIVEN
IS WHAT MAY BE DESIRED
AND WHAT THEE HAVE NOT THUNK
IT IS WHAT THE BALEFUL SEEK TO CORRUPT
FOR IT IS THE KEY TO THE KINDLING
AND CLOSELY COMES THE MARCH
REAPING WHAT HATH BEEN SOWN
BUT OF WHAT THEY REAP, THEY ARE ABSTAIN TO THE SOW
BUT DESPITE THE REAPING
THE HARVEST HAS YET TO BEGIN
FOR THOSE OF THE CROW MAY REAP
BUT THOSE WHOM SHY FROM THEIR SKULLDUGGERY
AND STILL TRAVEL THE ROTTEN PATH
THEY ARE WHOM THEE SHOULD FEAR
WHEN ALL BUT THE FARMERS WHOM HAD SOWN THE FIRST SEEDS ARE LEFT
DO THEY COME
BURNING THE FEATHERS
SWEEPING AWAY THE WEB
FROM THE MIST THEY ARRIVE
AND WITH THE MIST, THEY GO
CHILD OF THE MOON, YOUR ENVOY HATH BEEN BATHED IN GREEN
FOR NONE
NOT CRIMSON
THE EMBER
OR THE SHADOW
TRULY HAVE CONTROL
ENVY HATH LEAD TO THE DOWNFALL OF EACH AND EVERY
AND THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL OTHERS
SO SEEK MY REFUGE
JUST AS ALL HER CHILDREN HAVE
YOUR RECKONING SHALL BE HAD
FOR EVERY TEAR SHE SHED
EVERY DROP YOU HAVE SPILLED
AND PALE YOU HAVE SAVED
WILL THEY SUFFER FOR
FOR THAT WHICH OF THE PARENTS SQUABBLE
ONLY THE CHILDREN MAY END
YOUR TIME MAY SLOW
AND BE EVERY SO WEARY
BUT EVERY EFFORT YOU GIVE
BEATS BACK THE PURPLE HAZE
IT IS NOT I WHOM I WISH YOU TO SEEK
BUT MEARLY TO FOLLOW
SO THAT THEE MAY REJOICE
IN WHICH SHE HATH HAVE
IT IS NOT I YOU FOLLOW
BUT SHE
IT IS NOT I YOU JOIN
BUT WE
ALL HAVE THEIR PLACE
AND YOURS
IS SO VERY, VERY CLEAR
SO ABSTAIN THE FOLLY OF SHE, CHILD
BE STRONG TO WROUGHT THE HARVEST
FOR YOU HATH SOWN
AND IT IS TIME TO REAP

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