Who Dreams

Who dreams the dream you dreamed of when
You slept the sleep of sleeping men,
And kept the Keep from keeping them
From hiding where you hid back then?

Who casts the curse of casting slow
While walking waning winter snow,
Knowing knowledge no men know
To call upon the calling crow?

Who shields the shielding shield in case
The holder bows and bends and breaks,
Weakening the weakened brace
And opening the opened space?

Who wields the wielding Sword of Wise
That foretells foretold demise,
Foreboding, forty fold in size,
For in its sight, good fortune dies?

Who bows the bowing bow so bold
And tells the tales already told
Of gods and gluttons' greed for gold
And bards who battle beasts of old?

Who's cloaked in cloaking shadows black
With potent poisons in a pack,
And dagger's best when at the back
Of enemies in lighting lack?

Who heals the health of falling friends
With hands that quickly, surely mend
The wounds endured time and again
Against the darkness to defend?

Who wakes to worlds of waking light,
No memory left of forge or fight,
Forgetting force and makeshift might,
The battle left behind in sight?