An outsider who pays too much attention, and takes notes. Many, many notes.

You hear our words, but you forget

All that is, was, has and hasn’t happened yet

The flow of ages buckles at the strain

Of resonating patterns taking shape again

 
As the pieces fall in place, the course of fate is clear

An incident of value has manifested here

The scribe, ever ready, has the tale to tell

Of all that transpired when dusk fell.

Gender

Male

Eyes

Red

Height

6'2"