The son and stars

Once heard the story of the son of a star
who traveled west and very far
that ne'er did soon his fate to find
that the son and star were by fate entwined

the path once chosen, twice traveled, thrice sought
The price once paid, once sold, once bought
the lesson learned, and scorned, and forgotten the same
all these things were the son and star's bane

for wence in the willows the star light struck
the son would know he was out of luck
for the star was his sign this time was end
and off the straight and narrow,
take a turn at the bend

know whom you are following
the signs of earth and sky
and watch the sword infront of you
and the dagger at your thigh

that enemy and friend
both dance the same accord
what one has gathered may offend
the other may reward.

Feather stood on the bank of the river, her back to the high wall studded with iron bound pegs once meant to display the banners of King's now mere snags for tattered cloth and thread.

The string of her bow was drawn taught, the arrow aimed into the darkness beyond the water.
She raised her chin and waited, if the poet was there, he would soon show himself. She was certain.