In the firelight
they told the stories
Always with heads low
speaking to each other
and to no one
As the stories came
like a storm after dark
the story came
with lightening and thunder
His eyes would be half closed
to protect his mind
in telling the story
after dark in the soft wind
it was always the same
With each breath in the tale
silence would prevade
they in listening would pull
their cloaks closer about them
their cloaks protection from each
word of
the story
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