Fire Sparks

now close your eyes and see afar the leveled horizon of the raconteur who wields a power to conjure up past daily drudge and interrupt the mind to spark synapse connection and fill it full of extrospection tales of manes of horses and highways and roughish plots galloping sideways lovers and warriors and conniving wives jesters too clever, and kings too unwise jungles and oceans and barbarism abound chests well treasured, and ships run aground the chronicles continue crafting of characters sublime scenes surveyed, defying descriptors but sit, carry on flying fast o'er the earth to hear the whole story of the whole universe as the narrator goes on giving of account with panache and flair to roundly expound to ears of intensive interest say the least about angels, gods, and the mark of the beast to frighten, to enrage, to amuse for the now to tearfully weep, for protagonist not allowed to come to the zenith of courage and triumph instead falling to dispair, of dim-lit asylum and the teller continues on with the tale of wills and inheritance and prospects unavailed our enchantment's complete, attention absolute to relish the stories with complete gratitude crowds riot and armies and plagues awash over the forests, the cities, green fields of clover to roll on with the chronicle told by the fire bombastic or mundane, more infatuating desire the story is loved, and by the teller caressed to be passed to the listener now happily blessed what, we wonder, could be better than this to be held by this tale, and passionately kissed © Goode Guy 2014-02-24