The Lore of Wild Mage Angus of the Sun

No-one taught me how to track the sun,
to trace its fiery rays with Guillaume’s broom,
to braid them through my beard. Nobody won
my loyalty. I have unending room
and time to practice. Nobody resigned
to offer me my self-appointed post
as the celestial herald. All the lines
around my eyes, self graven. More than most
I understand the patience of the craft
of cozening a star to share its gifts
with lowly beings. Often have I laughed
at my own errors. We need only lift
the veil of privacy to understand
our greatest failures—wrought by our own hands.

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