Story Tellers Secret

I sat with a reluctant story teller My legs crossed Holding my breath The fabric of her mind was tightly folded Tucked in 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 were the tales I so desperately craved She smiled a knowing smile Looked deeply into my eyes I gazed back resolutely Searching for my prize She whispered "Listen 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 made me cold I could not handle the tale she told I ran away through the forest Spirits close behind her thread had attached quickly to my mind The reluctant story teller she knew me best My little mind had failed her test The ghostly spirits wrapped silver threads around my soul My eyes of blue turned black as coal I am a reluctant story teller The fabric of my mind tightly folded Tucked in at the edges You sit cross legged Holding your breath "Come a little closer so that I might whisper in your ear". Dedicated to my Friend Vicky a story teller Extrodinaire.