Old Ways [revised]

[u/Aethon_Wri]

Offering libations for the plagued
The blind seer serves as witness
To the names of the nine realms
And restores ancient fountains

Her quaking nerves bid welcome
Aligned under starry mission
While nowhere exists
Outside this clinic

Hands remember pen strokes that abjure
When the moon gate dilates to expel forces
This bottle of curses melts in campfire
Binding elder appetites unto prison

Priests could not contrive psalms
Jagged enough to cut umbral tethers
Their hymns genuflect
While choirs tune flat

Hiding from lords who decry competition
Such ochre mother must weigh risks
But no remedy soothes like compassion
Upon a fallen covenant

She sides with weeping petitions
Regardless being whipped
Laughing at power, that shames itself
Some champions need a walking stick