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Seanchaí: The Storyteller (3 ratings) by K. Rhianna Sulock
His tattered rags cloak
on shoulders bent
a wonder to the folk
his words to give vent
the colours that flash
a reflection of the soul
and words that splash
creating warmth and cold
The Story unfolds....
and at first only the most
tenuous of lines to hold
the least said to boast.
Magic, of course, infects
and like zealots in a sect
they flow unbroken
a torrent of passion
that belies
ultimate destruction
in the telling of lies.
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