The Healer

The healer walks as loner, throughout the entire land

And she clutches a long, twisted staff in her firm hand.

Wearing a long dark cape that blended with the night

With golden symbols that gives beholders a fright.

Her tall body giving the longest of strides

That which made her cloak swish loudly, as if it had sighed.

A hood so deep it covered all her features,

Except for the mouth, which enjoyed talking to woodland creatures.

And when she solemnly enters town forlorn

She'd go into houses in which sickness was born.

Against her quiet nature, she speaks words of old

And when she was done curing, she would refuse the offered gold.

Again she would do this, repeated in every town

And she would complete her task, her gaze always casted down.

In the middle of the night, she would slip away

Ensuring her supporters, she would come back another day.