|...still I venture someplace scary...|
a lonely godI remember urgent voices, scrambling footsteps on the lawna lonely god by *littledinosaurarms
In the eerie time of fog and shadow just before the dawn
He arrived and in the span of hours a lifetime seemed to pass
Then he left us there with nothing, save for whispers, tears, and ash.
He told stories with no substance, when we wondered of his past
Tales of monsters and of maidens and of spells and hexes cast
And he spoke of worlds of sparkling glass and towering machine
As he worked, which by his tone I know that he had truly seen
And though he was quick to crack a smile, to laugh, to tell a joke
In his eyes I saw the lying, and his voice once almost broke.
When he fin