[Poem] Son Of A Shaman

The elements know me
my celestial pen descends
myriad dark forces hide and wither

Ten directions has an art
mine of vengeful thunder
awakened again at the crux of this earth
by the lighthouse
at the end of the world

Son of a shaman that is me
woe to those have seen
near my shadow near my form
your death lay certain
my sorrow here
your questions unanswered
my memory vibrant
son of a shaman that is me

Whole seasons spent 
mastering the form
the style
none call it easy