The Storyteller (poem)
A storyteller came to town
So strangely familiar was he
Yet no one could fathom just why
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It wasn’t long before he was asked
To unfold imagination
Which they felt waited somewhere there
On canvases he had to bear
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Although he pleaded just a drink
To refresh the way he traveled
They pressed him for one tale to free
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So sitting began to relay
He told of stars amid dreams
And of lovers lost for a time
Of children who forgot their way
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One tale so unique to each ear
Yet similar to common heart
A pathway which led to their soul
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In tears they begged him end this tale
They sensed its bitter conclusion
So clear was a never before
A once put away became clear
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But the tale they began would not stop
They soon found there was no escape
Their silence was struck by their fear
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But all tales must come to a close
As storyteller sadly rose
And drank refreshment he had sought
Alone inside this lifeless town