I listen to the singing of the Barrow Wight
As I lie helpless upon the slab
The Cold seeping up from my feet
Into my heart, fogging my brain
I reach across to my best companion
Upon the slab next to me
But cannot see him, or find his hand to grasp
I cannot remember the song
To summon the fellow in the Bright Blue cap
Long years of Westernesse lie upon me
The bright jewels scattered about are useless baubles
With no sun to illuminate them
In this Barrow Mound
S
