Storyteller

and there sat a lady
with stories to tell
eager ears listen
while she went on
for a thousand nights

shake those fears
follow these leading hands
come, they call
it is time they say
come child, far away

see those lights go out
slowly fading into eternity
fear not, my child
Death has come for all
hand in hand, she'll lead you on

let those dreams drown you
in an eternal slumber
let her hands caress your soul
till you are fast asleep
till that last breath leaves you

lose yourself, child
within those tales she tells
listen closely, hear all sounds
and listen to them croon
softly into the dying light

a crown sits upon her head
heavy burden upon those shoulders
blisters upon her hard rough hands
aching feet from those long walks
and on she goes, for a thousand more nights.