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Tell Me a Story

Tell me a story, tell me a story,
Of numinous entities that come at night,
Of eldritch figures that gibber in light.

Tell me a story, tell me a story,
Of aeons dispelled from the histories, from time,
Of ages forgotten, of cave paintings and rhymes.

Tell me a story, tell me a story,
Of ambivalent maidens, of onanistic regrets,
Of chests of gold and pirates. Arr.

Tell me a story, tell me a story,
Of whence the witch goes to find eyes,
Of ghouls who WHAM at the ceiling tiles.

Tell me a story, tell me a story,
Of the window, the curtains, the height,
Of the wrong that, henceforth, is right.

Tell me a story, tell me a story,
Of teeth-clenching children awake in their beds,
Of monsters that gather behind their sweet heads.

Tell me a story. I’ll tell you a story,
Of babes of the future, presently napping
Of ye and y’all with those fingers snapping.

--

Mad Words List 7.3.18

Numinous
Eldritch
Gibbering
Aeon
Presently
Whence
Hence
Onanistic
Clench
Wham
Ambivalent
Y'all
Ye

--

This week’s poem is a tribute to storytellers and the children who request stories to be told to them. You are both heroes in my eyes.

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