tell me a story
a perilous story
of creatures from on high
winding streets without names
faces and places i don't understand
it isn't a real danger
we're far too elusive
either the enemy is in our heads
or we are untouchable
if the former, nothing can be done
and if the latter,
we strike with glad hearts.
the sound of rain
is something to seek
but for now we gather
around your fire
and i insist
tell me a story
or i'll wander out
into the storm.
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