On my journey through the northern lands
Met I many a gypsy band
The traveled and sang, making merry at night
Always they danced by a bond fire's light
One such free and vibrant soul
Was a woman, they simply called Huot
She had a tent in which she sat
Where did not either dance or chant
Instead she smoked a sacred herb
And many would gather to hear her words
These herbal greens brought her wisdom they say
She'd see things that would happen in distant days
As I entered the tent, Warrior she shouted aloud
I had to stop and look all about
Then I realized she could see my past
And I asked her if my times of battles had passed
She smiled and said they've only begun
That more would arise, with the rising sun
She told beware, for I'd be betrayed by love's bliss
And I would fall by a bewildering kiss
I thanked her for the warning and took my leave
Looking back now, I want to scream
She spoke the truth, by a kiss I met death
Thus I did fall, and so little is left
Of this dark and tainted bard
Since then I have searched both near and far
No sign here, so I shall travel forth
In search of Huot, Wise Woman of the North
by dark poet
11/11/08
Trixie McPot "Naughty" Daring
- 16 years, 13 days ago
