THE STORY TELLER

 My fingers blue with ink

heart thumping in their ends 

a current of pain rising inside,

 swallowing small paper boats of hope.

"Write a good poem, 

a story with a happy ending "

Invoke the muses of Mount Helicon,

offer me slender opium pipes,

feed me daffodils and nectar,

sing like a Skylark in Venice.

perhaps then I could grant you the wish.

Until then listen to this,

if you care or 

step back from the Satan's ring I draw.

 "Once upon a time"

that is how every story start, 

happy ones and also

the sad, doomed ones.

Once upon a time 

I smiled ,one ,now ,

in the grey snow of memory.

And seven heart beats later, 

I heard you 

calling my name. 

My name in your tongue:

soft like an insect's wing.

Ignorance was better 

but I was curious

like a girl doing secret

science experiments.

(Was it innocence or stupidity?)

I walked merrily down the path 

The Persephone, 

an easy target, 

seduced by your pomegranate smile.

A descendent of Eve,

what did you expect?

One  two three..  

steps forward,

losing counts,losing time

relishing cake pieces of love, 

achingly sweet that my tooth hurt.

No exorcism strong enough 

to break the magic spell,

an ocean faced girl

in Miltonic hell.

Only if I knew it was a war,

and me Tojo playing card.

Once upon a time.

This is how every story start, 

and this is how this story ends.

Once upon a time  

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