The night sky, shimmered
By a chorus of starlight
Arches, sentence-less
Laughing and stumbling
The comma of a half moon
Checks its momentum
The light, pausing at
The period of full moon
Ends and then begins
The night sky, shimmered
By a chorus of starlight
Arches, sentence-less
Laughing and stumbling
The comma of a half moon
Checks its momentum
The light, pausing at
The period of full moon
Ends and then begins
June 26, 2009 at 6:36 pm
While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion’s den.
Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.
The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
That’s how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.