The First Poets

We Are The Cunning Ones
 
Of The Wietch's Old Tongue ;
 
We Were Known As The First  
 
Of The Cunning Linguists
 
The Power Of The Word  
 
And Rhyme Spell Was Ours
 
We Wove The First Poems
 
As That Was Our Way To Weave
 
The Spider Web Of Weyyrd
 
The Interconnection Of All Things
 
And Twist It When We Needed  
 
The Dark Gift , The Cunning Fire
 
And The Blessing Way Were Ours
 
And Still Are Among Those Who Know
 
And We Still Walk Amongst You
 
And Most Know Us Not
 
Perhaps It Is Better That Way
 
Yet It Is Our Time Again
 
Pan Is Alive Magic Is Afoot !