Once I heard the strumming waves
Crash across the hillside
The voices echoed tongue-in-cheek
Lashing through my isolation
I went
A knife, a light, my idea brought to life
The fear a subtle thrum to match
The empty roads a path confused
So I left them for the rapt adventure
I listened
The sounds a spector of tricks sincere
The ticks marched like candle lit markers
The property a traversed boundary
Easy and quiet I followed the sound
Like a fish from the depths
The tent city I came upon, lit by fires and
Satyr like smiles. Ingratiated I lifted spirits
The living dead and young life feedbags alike
Enjoyed the company of this traveler
And sent him home.
Back he went through the 3am moonlight
Traversing the hillsides, watching
And found he was being watched
Two eyes reflecting light in his sight
So an offering was made of blood
And now I'm real ******* tired