For when you open you eyes to see, you will see the riddles within the mystery.


Saddled through the shores of time. A moments pass a moments rhyme.


A rhyme of tune for sure to be, a moments past from me to thee.


For when the riddles of time do stand, the wager in a mighty hand. 


For pass not thee and tell not so. For you to follow a path to know.


Come dance by the moonlight on the eve of the tide.


Then dance the tune with malt and hide


Come what to mind and sure to be, a whisper within the melody 


Such year was cold but fed too well, the feed of knowledge from the well 


So come Lake Rise and stand to thee. A rise is born for all to see.


 Waters Mind (2)
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’