What if I came to you in the darkness?

Would you look away? Would you dismiss?

What if I stood bate under the moons glow waiting for you?

Would you stay away?

Would you ?

What if it stormed so that nothing was the same?

Would you wait it out?

What if I told you my deepest darkest dreams or desires?

Would you understand?

What if....

What is I told you the truth?

What if I told you of my fears?

What if I told you I wanted you near?

What if...

Life stopped.And to my knees I dropped.

In wordless tearsI gave to you my all.

What then?

Would this dream end?

Who am I?

A myth, a dream.I am what only I seem.

A Woman by law of my land.

I seer,

a seeker,

a Woman.

My name.

Hmmm......

Either name I give you,

it means the same on the winds.

I know of the broken shards of colored glass,

the silver larl with in the woods,

the old woman whose moon insanity

sung her riddles in Darmoth.

I know of pathways

tunnels,

and gates where the dead hung.

Sing of the Muse,

along the Thassan blue...

I know she loved them both...

Did he love her?

Who am I?

I know the healer, Pryde of the Hawk

once held high by the Tuchuks.

The holy lands of the Mask

and how it feels to be with in tribe.

I am of the rich ones, Paravaci.

And yet I do not belong.

I am tormented with dreams

and visions....

I know of the Haruspex,Sand Spirit and her bosk.

I shall always remember the story

of the moss from my mother lips.

I carry the quiva of

black steel and bone.

I was given a gift of a silver larl pelt.

Why am I haunted?

Who am I?

I seen the ships from my said father's eyes.

I learned of battlesfrom his words.

I walk tall unlike him with honor.

I am of Karain blood?

No....

Yes.

Who am I?

I do not fear the path before me.

I fear the how my dreams make me feel,

for they come true often.

I am who I am.

Eliza or Sneh.

I am what I am.

A Woman

A seer.

I am your dream or

Nightmare come true.

Come, take my hand,if you dare.....

Eliza