Sunday 13 September 2015

The Coming Fall


I do not know the riddle, I insist
perhaps this is a trick
there is no riddle

Is this what you must believe, the
dragon returns
I never told you so
the riddle has been scratching at you for years now
no wonder you are tired

I am not well, I repeat
I want none of your riddles
I only want peace

There is the problem, my child
there will be no peace until
you speak the words
you knew this long ago

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