From ear to ear
exude gently dear
a rapture so clear
bringing you near.
Consume me tell
tales you tell well.
Open a door compel
paths not to hell.
I’m tired wrapped
rope behind back;
there’s little slack
hands turn black.
Bruised no control
whispers lift souls
words that behold
fairy tells now told.
Insatiable beasts
block you to feast
so turn to the east
face dark reprieve.
The sun goes down,
hear a whisper now
softly falls around
a foundation found.
Whisper emphasize,
turn a ship capsized.
My brain it realized
might in a small size.
Fear renders mute,
me my own pursuit,
of those that do suit
in my ear compute.