No wheel has an end
Runaways flee to the sea
The dark delivers a friend
One question sparks three
An arrow stands alone
Two ends come together
Water is reduced to stone
Ill-tidings roll in like bad weather
Brewing storms are an unborn beast
The children hasten east
Light swims in a round
Waves move a man
A secret ingredient is found
There is a hole in the plan
The children stop to play a game
The key is in the air selfsame
A handful of flowers are not what they seem
Ice is spun into a silver stream
Fire reigns
A shadow wanes
A thousand years pass like a dream
~J. Evans