Let us wander in those woodlands
where we used to rule
play amounst those skeletons of other former kids
we pledge not to be like them
not to rot until we're toys
objects of wonder for those who wander
wells and wood and well-worn streams

You smell like smoke and I am the Crowcaller:
I caw, they sing
answers leading us deeper
on deerpaths and pine perches
between two stone guardians
let us wander in these woodlands
and stay out until dark