A Weathered Man Poem by Liam O'Brien

I dreamed I saw a weathered man
Who spoke truths of times forgotten,
Who spoke truths before time began.

He came to me and he whispered
Those truths of times forgotten,
Truths before time began.

I could not speak, for spake he did.
I could not flee, for spake he did.
He bid me seek, he bid me see
All that was yet to come to be.

If approached, be wary of
Truths of times forgotten,
Truths before time began.