Tales from the Bartender

Whisper

The night looms over the weary wayward land,
It slowly drives each and every citizen to a deep unwavering slumber,
Darkness that reflects the very color of the soul,

No creature stirs for the power of the night reaches every crack and corner,
Save for one that simply refuses to give in and enter the dream kings domain,
He works feverishly through the wee hours of darkness and the morn,

He moves with such fervor and passion that the darkness turns shy and moves on,
The very presence of such a man defies the very purpose of day and night,
He is an abomination for he is an example that others may soon follow,

The sun and moon curse his name for he destroyed their very essence and core,
It would seem the heavens have barred him from their luminous touch,
For he has grown blind from the use of candle light in his nocturnal escapades,

A lowly star once came to his bedside window and asked him many questions,
He answered each question clearly and truthfully save for one he did not answer,
The star had asked how was it that he was able to fight the pull of darkness,

He was but a man that radiated no light of his own,
But how was it possible that he could drive away something so immense,
It was an act that nagged and deeply troubled the young star,

To this question the man merely answered, “Her voice keeps me going”,
That answer baffled the young star even more for he did not understand,
As he made his way back into the sky he continued to ponder the reply,

Many years passed and the man continued to work at night,
But doing so only invited the reaper to his doorstep sooner than expected,
The man was now lying in his deathbed struggling for each breath,

The star, young no more once again came to his bedside window,
He asked many questions and he answered all save for one that he did not,
To that question he merely answered, “Her voice kept me going”,

The man died that day but the star never left his side,
He watched as many mourners came to grieve his passing,
All were marked with such pain save for one that was smiling,

She sat beside his body whispering words of love to his ear,
She knew that he was listening and that he yearned for her voice,
In this time she was the thing that he needed the most,

The night then extended its arms and slowly wrapped the land in its embrace,
The star then witnessed that the woman was unable to sleep,
So he fell from the sky and he went to her bedside window,

He asked her many questions that night and she answered them all,
The man was her lover and that she was the mans source of light,
And she could not sleep for the man was not there to protect her from the dark,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 5:14 AM