once upon a time...

the cradle rocks above an abyss
in the darkness of the hall

no one knew for certain 
the years the life of the former folk

behind their feathered owl masks
despite the chill that beset the room

the pale and supercilious clerk
turns the strange hairy fruit in his hand

there are lots of mysterious little pieces
and yet, incredibly magnificent

verse was hard to master
to explain the unexplainable

in a turn of the tide or a change of the air
there might be a cosmic plot afoot

a ghost for sale on the internet
they didn't know it was me