The dreams I have seen! They set me apart.

They tear at my sanity, tear at my heart.

But as fate calls and I only See,

Who is to change my destiny?

Who changes fate? Not me, not me.

My brother too, hears fate's rough voice

And enters death, alone by choice.

To free the winter and loose the call,

Let us look at the stars, the child, the all

Gift us the summer before the leaves fall.

And sister, with her golden hair!

Doomed to a life that isn't so fair.

To love them both and break a heart,

Brought back to life to play a part.

To bring forth a savior from Lord of the svart.

As for my friend, so brave, so true,

Going to die for a girl he knew!

Left free from death, left free of tears

Left free of the grip of death and it's fears

Left to run with the squirrels and the deers.

The warrior, so far away sent!

But a survivor, always bent

On the destiny for which he was born

To blow the air through Owein's Horn,

And not to realize he would mourn!

But destiny, unchanged and true

Governs all that we five do.

Yet with the Sight I have, I see,

From high above the Summer Tree,

A bit of free will held for me.