A Letter In Birch Bark by Hexvessel
Many winters winds have whipped me
Unseen runes of those who drew me
Rested in the bark of copper
Left behind by a long lost writer
Concealed in a plume of birches
Waiting for the ones who find me
Ancient magic communication
Bound by the arrows of god
Wisdom from the past within me
I can be your guide or master
Am I spell or am I promise?
Will you heed my words?
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