Having seen much through countless expression,
I know my way around, though, “Where to?” Is the question.
Drifting from place to place, creating worlds within worlds too,
I am a storyteller of sorts, with many stories to tell you.
I hum and I strum, whittle and whistle,
I’ve laboured in the coldest cold and picked many a thistle.
Forgotten and remembered, I endure through refining,
For I seek the golden threads within the silver lining.
A sincere yet wind-bound path, duty-bound to inspire,
For melodies change tides and words rekindle fire.
You may hear from time to time, from where I tend to dwell,
My name is Sayer Teller. I have a few stories to tell.
Be on the lookout for The Confounding Oddities of Lachesis Grim novel series among many, many more worlds to come.