and end up feeling strange and mental,
I pull a book that smells of dust,
and bury deep in those inked rusts,
Let me dim the lights just so,
the shadows creep against the walls
and mad men stumble drunk through halls
and sweethearts scatter wrought with woes.
Let me turn the page just so
the valleys darken long and low
and ice frosts over mountains long
and caverns breathe out broken songs.
Let me pause a line just so
you worry where to sleep and hide
while villains wait with smiles so bright
to tempt the lost out from the night.
Let me read the words just so
you hold the sword up high and strong:
The demons buckle from the throng-
A thousand heroes a mile long.
Let me close the book just so
you lie your weary head and go
where dreams have carved a golden throne
for heroes bedtime story-born.