Teller of Tales

by Marc R. Johnson


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