Past have the Years

By ten since the Bard's

Visit to the Inn.

THE SEER

48. Relaxed she sat and leaning back on the bed,

       With a book in hand, appearing to read. But, her mind

       In a turmoil whirled, can they succeed?

       Only a very few, like Bard, can travel 'the Road' by the hop

       And skip methode. When alignment is out and the Portals,

       All are closed. Then the only way through the Wall is

       Creating a hole, matching the Speed and Spin of the Realms.

       Dire is their need for such a dangerous deed.

       Will they succeed? This very night, in making a Gate

       Or are my calculations off date.

49. She wanted them to reach 'here' from 'there',

      And yet she did not. For what she has to tell does not

      Bode well for either 'here' or 'there'.

      A Psychic sees but a few seconds of Eternity.

      For a Seer the Centuries rolls by as easy as

      The scrolling pages of a file. And, A Seer is she.

      One of those, who's mind is sliced by Time.

50. But, in this age a difference only known to a Sage.

      A "Talent-Sorter" no work has done for years of Centuries run.

      Overlooked is the talent of mind for the blindness of faith.

      Left in darkness is many. Their birthright scorned and shamed.

      In these enlighten, scientific days, ignorance is King.

      With a Crown of Dollars he reign over tube-packaged Fane

      And Quacks alike. Whilst with hope abiding,

      The Wise Ones are hiding.

51. Even for a Seer the limits are there.

      Many are the futures she sees. A kaleidoscope of colored

      Images in constant fractions, from cause to action. Pickup

      A cause-thread, one Future see. Another thread, another

      Future predict; until some causes will show a stronger forte,

      And Futures, all possible, into one will flow. Faster and

      Faster the causes are burning, many threads

      Toward one rope is turning.

52. She does not yet want to dwell on that rope's tail.

      Think only of pleasant thoughts. What was that!

      Did a strange noise reach her ears? No,

      Only the distant sounds from a baying Hound.

      Is the Light brighter and has the Air Begun to take on

      A shimmering glare? Now, she said, as she shook her head,

      Things, I am starting to see that are not real to me.

      It was just a breeze making the Moonbeams

      Flicker through the Trees.

53. On pleasant things her mind must stay,

      Like the songs that Bard did for her play. The new

      Songs from over 'there' she did think fair.

      Softly she sang a song called,

      "A Toast to Nature's Nectar And to Gomes' Vector."

54. A Toast, a Toast to a golden amber brew,

      Colored by summer's Sunshine and wild Honey.

      With a full-bodied taste of Malt and a hint of toasted

      Hazelnuts. When poured from a stubby Jug into a Mug,

      The white foam resting as a crest on an Ocean Wave.

      Such a Mead as only a Gnome can make.

      A Toast, a Toast to the Gnomes A Toast.

55. Even better she liked the Gnome Children's

      Song at play, While clapping their

      Hands they sing the refrain;

      "The Legend of Spring," "The Legend of Spring."

      Then each little Gnome made-up new Verses in turn

      And added them to the ones already learned.

56. On she sang; "Sister Owl, Sister owl,

      Did you see her coming through? JA,

      Like the wind she moved.

      But, each step she took the Ice pack shook.

57 While clapping she sang;

     "The Legend of Spring," "The Legend of Spring."

58. "Brother Rabbit," "Brother Rabbit,"

      Did you see her coming through? JA,

      Like the wind she moved.

      But, at each step she took the Snowdrops grew.

59 Again clapping she sang;

     "The Legend of Spring," "The Legend of Spring."

60. As the last note died away,

      She felt a shift in the Air. Her eyes held a bright spot

      In the midst of the Lair. The spot started to whirl

      As it grew and grew. Larger and larger

      Until it was as big as a loo (f). The whirling stopped.

      The spot had become a soft-glowing sideway oval door.

      The Gate has been made, and they are 'here'

      From over 'there'.

61. Through the gate rapidly sprang nine Manikins

       Small, Elfin all. Clad in silk, jump-suits white. Except,

       The ninth, he also wore a cape of Silvery-Azure.

       Telling all, this person before is a Fairy Prince

       Of Rank and Valor.

62. She moved and Sat on the edge of the bed.

      Bowed her head and said; "Welcome to All, and

      For your passage safe my heart elates."

63. In a circle half they faced her.

      To their knees eight bend and this posed retained.

      While the Prince in the middle stayed with one knee

      On the floor lay. They bowed all.

      The Prince his left hand held over his heart and

      Said; "I am Leean, we thank thee Lady Seer

      For your welcome 'here'. Greeting we bring and

      Gladden we are; that at last a close our search has arose."

64. She answered back with an avid look in her eyes,

      Hoping and wanting a happy reply. "Tell me Leean

      Is all well over 'there'. How are Garth and the Gnomes?

      And are Uffi's people weathering the storms.

      Tell me please, the Bane has it begun to wane.

65. Sadly he looked as his head he shook and

      Said; "No, Lady Seer, un-abating is the ailing.

      Pollutant of Heavy Metals and Chemical Wastes

      Are penetrating stores of groundwater more and more."

66. Then, she said; "It matter not that the risks

      Of Global War of Nuclear horror is receding.

      The Future of the Races is still in peril from

      Human environmental err-ill."

67. Prince Leean's shoulders sank lower and lower

      As he said; "Lady Seer, is that what you see.

      No hope for none of us to be."

68. She answered back; "we may the same Pictures see.

      But, the meaning of what is to be, may be different

      For you than me. Thus, I want you all to see

     What is clear to me; that if the causes do not change

     The outcome will remain the same."

69. The Elven Prince from His belt removed

      A slender silvery wand, touch the Seer's forehead

      And lightly held it above her eyes. Now,

      All in Fairyland would see what in her mind be.

70. These were the words she spoke as the Images

      Began to flow:

      "The Eagle from within is burning.

      The Bear on the edge of economic abyss is turning.

      Past Instantbul-Constantinoble, the flames are growing,

      A mixing of Religion, Politics and Nuclear notions

      Makes for an explosive potion.

      In the Third World, for decades the Four Horsemen

      Have been riding. In the nineteen nineties, out of balance

      Is the Planet and expanding are the horsemen's talents.

      Again, the stage is set;

      For a replay of the Armagedd'.