I am a Prophet of my time: Jemimah among the crows - I sing of apple blossom of hope and love and snows I disdain the flapping birds that try and scare - their foul breath, crusty wings malevolent stares only serve to show how powerfully my voice sings the reason I am here the who and what I am. Now, all armed and primed I hear the starting gun - lodestone in the hand bloodstone on the tongue.