The StoryTeller

I loves me a campfire tale! : )

An excited aura fills the air

Outside the Taletellers tent,

The night sky has an ominous atmosphere,

The flickering candles created shadows, dark and malevolent.

 

The bard, from his tent, steps out

His long beard silvered with age

His dark robes flow about

This dark  and ancient sage.

 

He sits upon his metaphorical throne

And looks on the motley crue

Who have gathered to hear the tales he's wove

All the old ones and maybe some new

 

He opens his mouth and begins to speak.

A magic seems to fill the air.

The very stars seem to weep.

Time begins to stop and stare.

 

"The war was filled with rivers of blood.

Only the innocent seemed to die.

The air was thick soup and the ground was eternally mud.

The fighting was enough to make angels cry.

 

But fight we did, all through the night.

As the war drove, on and on.

The enemy fought back with all their might,

Neither side would let up until the other had won.

We lost many valiant men each battle.

Immeasurable numbers throughout the war.

An infinitive funeral march seemed to rattle.

Pain was a great Beast with a continual roar.

 

I was numb to these events.

They  didn't bother me at all.

Until that Beast roared for me, a sound with no pretense,

I was staring down the gaping maw.

 

I was only inches from death.

I could see the dark reaper, smell his awful breath.

 

It was foul with the scent of fetid meat.

The pain had me bursting at the seams.

That dark robed rider lifted his hand in a seemingly sentimental greet.

He symbolized a thousand broken dreams.

 

As he raised his scythe,

In preparation for my soul,

I offered him a tithe

That would allow us both to reach our goal

 

With each year that passed,

More of my life would become his,

And until my whole soul was in his grasp,

I would be his apprentice.

 

This sacrifice was nessecary

To put death off for a little while.

Although the job description was a tad scary,

I took with a smile.

 

For I take pride in my work,

To this day, I have not failed.

I have put at least three bodies in the dirt,

Every time I've told this tale.

 

Yes, For this job, I am the boy on the poster,

None better shall you find,

Come, My dear, lean in closer,

For now your soul is MINE!!!!!!

Author's Note

.......really don't have anything to say here except this took a looonnnnngggg time to write!.....

Reviews

[CourtNny]

WOW!! This was awesome!! I have not known many people to write in this fashion either and you do it well!! I kind of hoped for the ending to be what it was. I kind of saw it coming but when it came, it came hard and in your face.

[Seriana]

Oh my word!!! This is excellent! You had me from when the old man started talking and I read feverishly. Shame shame! Good on ya, seriously. What a campfire tale, indeed. It's nice to read something a wee bit different. :) And I agree, it was worth the time you put into it.

[emz]

Its fabulous.... so captivating i read it 3 times.. Excellent work x

[CD]

it captured me.just mahvelous.one of my favs of yours : )

[Legion]

really liked it. Liked the twist at the end. But I'm pretty fast, so you'll have to catch me first. lol Good write.

[Last Lying Look]

I really like this piece and I think the time you put into it really paid off.
The atmosphere of this is excellent.
Great work!
-E.M.R