as wandering as I was

across the land aglow

or in dim of night

I rested near an old bog

and what should I see

but an old hound approach me

And he sat and shared a secret

you were shown a narrow path and

have you forgot?

over near here you had

your first drink

of brandy and late moon stories and

Over yonder you had

seen your first deer head on a wall

lit up red

and ignored by almost all but

near the top of the hill

was a house of stone

which hid you

when you ere most scared

of the demon raven and

her broken leg cat sidekick yet

you survived to

Meet out the old man

who you can seek out

but will never seek you

now stand and go forth

lest the dawn find you here

and I owe my thanks

but that hound is now in memory only

until I cease to be

I will remember

this story fondly