The Seer’s Tongue V2

The Seer’s Tongue

Born of mist and mountain bone,
She walks the lines where none have known.
Eyes like wells of starless night,
She speaks, and silence takes to flight.

Her voice, a thread through time unspun,
The storm has passed, but she is one
With futures drowned and pasts unspoken,
She hums where all the spells are broken.

Speak, oh Seer, in riddled flame,
Call each shadow by its name.
Tell us what the dusk conceals,
Show us what the light reveals.
She sings not lies, nor love, nor wrong—
She sings in truth: the Seer’s Tongue.

No altar raised, no temple high,
Can hold her truths or bind her sky.
She dreams in runes, in falling leaves,
In echoes born from autumn eves.

She turns the tide, she moves the sand,
With just a word and outstretched hand.

Speak, oh Seer, in riddled flame,
Call each shadow by its name.
Tell us what the dusk conceals,
Show us what the light reveals.
She sings not lies, nor love, nor wrong—
She sings in truth: the Seer’s Tongue.

Fire and feather, bone and breath,
She dances near the edge of death.
But never breaks, and never begs—
She walks with fate between her legs.

So speak, oh Seer, through smoke and stone,
Let no soul face the dark alone.
Your voice will ring when all is gone,
Still whispering the Seer’s Tongue.