Storyteller's Secret

I sat with a reluctant story teller my legs crossed holding my breath The fabric of her mind was tightly folded tucked in carefully at her edges I reached for a thread gave it a gentle tug hoping that it would come loose My desire was to know her secrets Her's was the ability I so desperately desired She smiled a knowing smile Looked deeply into my eyes I gazed back resolutely Searching for my prize She whispered "Come close within my hands I hold the ghosts They scream with force to be released You will not be protected by your Priest I'm trying my best to hold them back If they escape they will attack!" My childish wonder turned to fear Could real Ghosts have followed her here As I wondered she began to laugh Within my soul I felt a draft I got my wish Storied spirits grabbed hold I could not handle the tales she told So I ran through the forest Spirits close behind sang a chorus "We are released our stories are yours Fly with us through hidden doors The forest our home a magical place we knit our spells with silvered lace!" Her thread had attached firmly to my mind The desire within had rendered me blind The reluctant story teller she knew me best deep down convinced I'd fail her test As the fabric unraveled I absorbed her pain Those silvered threads now formed a chain The ghostly spirits wrapped links round my soul My eyes of blue turned black as coal Nothing was left of earlier me I became like the one I wished to be I am the Reluctant Story Teller The fabric of my mind tightly folded tucked in at my edges You sit cross legged holding your breath You pull at a single thread hoping my fabric will unravel You desire to know my secrets "Come a little closer so that I might whisper in your ear, I have stories to tell!" Dedicated to my Friend Vicky a story teller Extrodinaire.