Storyteller

You lost me at the exposition
Twisted though the tale quite was
Yet brought me back at intermission
A prelude to many songs 'twas.

A carpenter carving away his dreams
A beggar stifling down her screams
A teacher watching in silence
As the world erupted with violence.

You took their stories and spun your own
Giving only glimpses of how they unfold
Never blinking, their fate beknown
To you, and forever in your hold.

The charmer speaking with practiced ease
The butcher's daughter such a tease...
The father watching as though diseased
The blade ending it gleams, oh so pleased!

You caught them all in story webs
Lives strung still at your fingertips
Pulling in each soul before it ebbs
Away for good into darkness' lips.

You lost me at the exposition
Yet lured me back with hope of dawn
Knowing my curious disposition
Promised that I'd stay forever drawn.