I have seen
The scavenger reside
Within the master's home
And I have watched
The monarch hail
The Nomad lost in roam.

I have slept among
Old iron ghosts
And raised the Star-God's ire
And I have tasted
Honeyed love
That bled like razorwire.

So becomes
The ageless heart
This star-blind lover
Far from home;
So succumb
His will departs
The Nomad lost in roam.

I have stood
Upon the body Sol
And watched its slow decline
And danced upon
Celestial shores
And drank the lilywine.

I have walked
The stones of dying ages
Whisper prayers to broken Gods
And I have gazed
Upon the cradle
Of an epoch angels trod.

So desires
The Itinerant
This soul-sick lover
Far from home;
So expires
The Hierophant
The Nomad lost in roam.

The wyrm will call
Its pallid toll
And then before death's standard kneel
And so regrets
Love's winter heart
For dreamers broken on the wheel.

And fey will dance
Within the fen
And madness will direct their hand
And changling child
Will slay the womb
And darkness will usurp the land.

And I will pass
Through ages dreamed
And since abandoned in the loam
And for my soul
She'll weep no more
For the Nomad lost in roam.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ios, in the year 272 MA.