Once upon a time , in a land beyond it.

In a dark corner ,
A weaver of tales lay ,
His stories forged alone ,
Of never being alone ,
Voices sang at the lyre,
All that filtered through were words ,
To fly without wings ,
Is how we come to fall ;

In the loneliest corners of night  ,
Resides brightest light ,
To be found without ever knowing to search ,
Is how prayer finds a god .

In a dark corner ,
Two weavers of tales lay,
Riding dragons ,

finding windmills to slay .

-MMK