The Storyteller

Here I am

alone again.

Don't worry

for my tails have no end.

So I'll continue

to spin my web

of tails of woe and joy

about our whole universe

of every girl and boy.

God plays with us

like little toys

dancing on a string.

When He's full of joy

He makes us laugh and sing.

But when He is mad

many die

and the angels start to cry.

Then rain will fall

like tears

falling from the sky.

The skys turn black,

the moon and stars rise.

So beautiful, so bright.

I feel at hopme here.

For I am in love with Night