Teller of Tales

 

He left us

 

He came to us with wandering tales of wild things

Savage, biting, slashing, tearing

A violent voice boomed becoming of beasts

 

The teller of tales gnarled his hands

Reaching for recoiling children

Clinging close to the care of mothers

 

A lady's worried wail heard by heroes

Champions, conquerors, saviors, good men

Felled, torn too easily by ferocious fang

 

The teller smiles at a cadence lacking climax

Imparting on us fright and fervent

He left us abandoned, empty absent an end