Storyteller, bring your stories to my pyre
You, the tame man, be what I have learned to loathe
Tell me the secrets buried
underneath
A thousand years of dirt
Tell me the fever chills your blood
You were the last
I'll be the first
Fall as you
are and for good
I am here, there's nothing left to change
Life bleeds too soon, counting time down on us
Hope withers at my
touch
Leaving it's ghosts to teach all colours grey
Change
Storyteller; see the futile smiles and answers
I will teach
you not to taint my sweet control
I have a deeper kind of riddle
And a puzzle you won't solve
Laugh on your knees
Laugh for
the changeling and the joke that took us all
Change