The storyteller weaves her magic spell upon the crowd
All ears around were riveted to – each word she said aloud.
With a gentle, calming voice – enchanting stories she does tell.
She spins words into a fabric – no other does it quite so well.
All around the blazing fire – the circle holds its breath
As she speaks of truth and wisdom – and of life and love and death.
So enraptured are the lovers – of the storyteller’s words
The faces loes expression – with each passing word that’s heard.
She lulls them into silence: peaceful, wistful and content
Their worries long forgotten, their dreams alive again.
The telling of the tale: turning phrases like a dance.
Slowly stripping off each veil – a tantalizing, slow romance.
Carefully crafting words with wisdom, spinning life out of a dream
Captivating, mesmerizing, seducing all upon the scene.
Perhaps she’ll come to you to visit – invigorate you with her spirit
Whisper secrets softly to you – listen closely, you may hear it.
She might caress your soul with comfort – linger near you for a spell
Share her wisdom with you, knowing, there are stories you must tell.
