The Teller's Time

by Caie Buffington

The Teller sat with a mournful song that played within his brain
And weeped and sobbed and frowned and wept till all thought him insane
‘The moon!’ he cried and eerily eyed the spectral orb of white
And many a-time he cried this in the darkness in the night:

‘The moon will come and dread shall run as fast and swift as snow
It soon will come and shall descend and strike the earth below 
The moon will come and soon will come and just as soon we go!’

And thus he said in woeful dread while watching the skies above 
All shook their head and went to bed save all but one he loved
She loved the story, loved the song of the dying doomed nobody 
No thought of fear would dare draw near because she knew karate 
So down she went when the sun was spent to hear it once again
And once again the song he sang as if it was his last refrain:

‘The moon will come and dread shall run as fast and swift as snow
It soon will come and shall descend and strike the earth below 
The moon will come and soon will come and just as soon we go!'

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Caie Buffington, master of smirks, ENTP, and occasional poet & writer, was born sometime in the Twenty-First Century and thankful that God saved him in that same era. At age five, he was fool enough to pick up the Lord of the Rings on a dare from his dad and read it cover to cover. Now bearing the curse of reading too much good literature too soon, he prefers writing whatever comes to mind while sipping any tea (including earl grey).