Tell me a story, please

 

Tell me a story, please: of the proud young prince

And the monstrous lady, who made him golden, fine.

Read me a page of your book: then perhaps

I’ll open mine.

 

Sing me the moors, incarnate ancient bark,

Defended forests. Tell me not of one land

But the worlds you knew: and down that hidden track,

We’ll hand-in-hand.

 

Torchlit under covers, steal with me

The wealth of Titans, the songs of sirens, sung:

The words of legion, the long-forgotten cry

Of ancient ones.

 

Tell stories to this proud young prince, until

He’s half-asleep: and lend your dreaming vision,

So that full in sleep and wonder will he rest,

And those dreams rest with him.

 

 

For Blair: for the stories you tell, and the stories we’ll make. 

 

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