i am just a messenger from a town not far from here bearing news of your father’s travels he has crossed the bandy bridge, and heads towards everclear just as the sweater on his back unravels a woman travels with him now who’s name i did not get she has blue eyes and carries a wand where she comes from, i cannot say for sure and yet i think she comes from out beyond
do not worry and do not cry he will return to you with a twinkle in his eye come september when the ground starts to freeze listen for the whinny of his horse on the autumn breeze
i am just a messenger from a town not far from here bearing news of your father’s shadow i caught sight of him one day in june when the night was cool and clear just south i think of johnson’s meadow that woman he was with was there but she had somehow changed her eyes no longer blue, but blacker as if the sky had filled her eyes, i still don’t know her name i’m a messenger, not a tracker
i am just a messenger from a town not far from here bearing news of your father’s ghost i have only the worst kind of news, i fear, i fear for your safety the most i witnessed a scene and i wish i could have known but there’s no way i could’ve predicted by the light of a fire the woman had grown and suddenly was afflicted
