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.