Ghost Rhyme I Caught Poem by Paul Cutting

Hear me now I speak to thee from mountain tops
And mighty seas the earth may not spin before your
Needs Be met by me.

I ride in on the winged wind around this world
And back and then time may move, I’ll let it then
Be free to move ahead.

It will obey my command from distant worlds and
Promised lands, different realms not seen nor dread
Till each pearl of wisdom I have said.

I rest my feet upon the earth and sea, Lightning strikes
To pronounce me to thee be free by truth I set for thee
Of he who blends Sea.