Interview tonight; The Dark one

If you were to describe yourself with one word, what would it be?
Abiding.

What is most important to you in the world?
I believe it is the grace of the One with me. Without it, I am bound to the Glade.

Would you help someone who needed it while passing?
Only if I syght it as necessary and the One with me agreed.

Are you very observant?
Observing is what I do. It might not, however, be the physical world that helds my attention.

How innocent/naive can you be?
My innocence died long ago in my own hands by my own actions.

Can you entertain yourself easily?
I hardly see it as necessity as I am never alone again.
And the Dreams are always there to entertain me.

How well do you get along with others?
I can be diplomatic, descreet and persuasive if needed, but I rather remain the shadow observing over the world.

What was the longest time you had a friend?
I am not sure I have never had a friend in the most obviousmeaning of the word.

Do you have someone who knows you inside out?
The One with me knows me better than anyone, but as two still somewhat separated beings, we have boundaries between us.

How short is your temper?
My temper can flare up fast as the bonfire, but I am old enought to know that by biding my time, the results are much more satisfying. And thus I can master my temper.

The song of the Oracle

I was born by the two-forked river
Raised by wanderers, homeless and thieves.
Evenings filled with music and dances
Nights slept under roof of leaves


Sing to me Forest; tell your secrets for me
I will never speak against thee.

They came to me; say I am their prophet
Some look for solace, some for fame.
Taking me away; I never spoke one word
It is not I who you need to tame

Taken from the Forest; whisper the secrets for me
I shall never speak against thee.

Maybe one day as my flesh will perish
Some wandering bird finds my bones
Flying back to the Forest I scatter
My grave will not be marcked by stones

Back to the Forest; sing your secrets for me
I did never speak against thee.

Hear my flute play the song of our lives
Telling you the words I never say
Let me mend all your lingering worries
Watch the dance of the golden jay


Sing to me Forest; tell your secrets for me
I will never speak against thee.

Listen to the Forest, telling secrets for thee.
All the things you asked from me.