childrens story

 sorry for descending into the underworld

and leaving you night in the early hours

sorry for flying in infrared beams and always

ascending on rough granite wings

to underground towns with runaway tongues

and forbidden stone towers with snow

that leaves rings where the fire once lent

to its ascent now descend round the bends

where the dragon was slain is lain in its making

and the somber solumnable

in the library snoozing now

has a story to bring

to the villagers rubble

before the scaly wings

and firey breath

town was the name they

were using

he visits his daughter

whos brathed her last breath

while the starlight was bright

people sighed for her end

was a union in twilight

while leaving her shadow was spotted

ascending a hill

addressing reunion

with cronies and cats and crotchety

goblins and cheiftans all dancing

the night in its purple abandon

was slaughtered like the cow

that woke our hero to the early

birth screech of a far away owl

the girl he knew was gone

leaving behind a gargoyle shawl

he wept for stories told

that dont get old but stay strong

like a seer hallucinating a visionious

spectre hiding his hanged damned head

behind the brick walls of a curtain

and rather like a limpid corpse

never lilt but rather stand tall

like a tower future stories are ceratin

for the present and past

ones never fail

to paint a pretty picture trail

i will follow