In the dark lands of no lies
where fears cease to be
lives a knowing that whispers
Amongst shimmers of certainty
wise appalachian women,
weavers of spells, long gone tales,
shadow riders and truth tellers
weave silver rays of prophecies
In the faraway lands of no fears
- neither of life nor death -
eager to bow I wait for thou
eager to know away I go
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