They tossed the stones of rune to dish
Skipped jumped and slid I say
And pointed truths to one who read
Revealed for those who pay

With weathered watch he spoke the marks
Upon the stones deep etched
With guided words delivered quick
Each story that was fetched

But in the stones he cast then read
Was more than just an act
So clear the images appeared to him
As he read them plain as fact

Surprise intense when I was read
The details hid not in cloak
The image sharp as any seen
From skills he did evoke

A cheerful man with modest ways
His manner I*ve seen before
This touch of soul carress of heart
His awesome gift to gor

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