That in the highlands of the Picts,
Lost between a rock and a marsh,
There is a large tent,
Swirled with blue spirals which adorn,
Like tattoos upon the skin,
And signal the location of the famous wise man,
Farsight.
Farsight could peer,
Peek through crystal reflections,
And see into three different realms.
The past, the present and the future.
He kept to himself,
Despite many trying to find him.
On one foggy day,
In the month of November,
Just after the eve of Samhain,
Three young siblings,
A sister and two brothers,
Happened upon the legendary tent,
And wandered inside.
There they found Farsight,
Waiting for them,
Wearing his large robes,
And covering his face with a thick hood.
Peeking up,
The siblings caught a glimpse of his face,
Half human,
Charming like a prince,
Half other,
Mystical and intimidating.
He spoke,
“Three children of the Glen,
One woman, Two Men,
Wander here to see,
What will come of you three?”
Stepped forward.
“I wish to know what is to come,
Where am I to walk?”
Farsight removed a silk cloth,
And revealed a large purple crystal,
Sat resting upon his table.
The crystal had three large parts,
Of which Farsight removed the longest and thinnest,
And handed it to the youngest brother.
He stared into it and began to see in its reflection,
The image of future days,
And amazed,
Mesmorised by such events,
He did not notice,
As he left the tent,
The large trench into which he fell,
Breaking his legs,
And being trapped there.
He could see the events which would come,
But could do nothing to stop them,
He was hopelessly helpless.
The second sibling, the eldest brother,
Stepped forward.
“I wish to know what has passed,
Where have I been?”
Farsight removed another piece,
And handed the short and stubby shard,
To the oldest brother.
He stared into it and began to see in its reflection,
The image of past days,
And amazed,
Captivated by memories,
He did not notice,
As he left the pitch,
The drop of the clifftop which he fell,
Down to the rocks below,
Which marked his grave.
He could see all that had gone before him,
But was so caught up in,
He was to befall such an end.
The third sibling, the sister,
Remained silent.
Farsight broke off the final piece,
A large round chunk,
And handed it to the sister.
She thanked him with a nod,
Then left.
As she walked back out of the tent,
She peered through the crystal,
And saw where she was going.
She avoided the trench that had swallowed her brother.
As she walked towards her home,
She peered through the crystal,
And saw the cliff ahead of her.
She avoided the cliff that had brought an end to the other.
And when finally she was at home,
She sat curled up with the crystal,
And looked into its face,
Where upon,
Did conjure,
The faces of her brothers in her mind,
Who she looked back upon fondly.
Farsight however,
Was never seen again.
Some say he lost his powers,
After giving away the shards,
Other say,
He left once he had taught,
A lesson that needed to be learnt.