the silver

the tinkerer told the onry crows
of all the kicks and all the blows
the crows told all the demons
who deal darkness far below

and the old man never lost a name
of those deserving fires shame
nor those whose simple kindess
come back to visit them again

he whispers to the trees at dawn
he whispers to the budding fawns
he whispers tween the brooks a babble
he whispers to the warrior rabble

there mark honor, there mark heart
yolk goodness as his horses cart
who tossed a silver penny
at a fools forgotten sacred art

i mark your steps with fortunes wings
a bounty overflowing brings
your wishes are by magic blessed
for the silver tokens youve confessed