A Naming of Masks

The Dancer speaks in stanzas and rhyme, pictures of places a word at a time.

Tall Tale-Teller spins words a mile long, dreaming up places built out of song.

Like Puck is the Childe so merry and bright, wildly singing of chaotic delight.

Years drape the Dreamer like moss on a tree, her tongue shapes the world and brings destiny.

The scribe of the family hidden in nooks, Builder stores worlds in fantastic books.

Singer the shining, bringer of glee, dances in places that glorious be.

Masked in the open they bring forth their best, hiding in showing, acting in rest.
These faces are known to others than I, pray if you see them, bid them good day.

 

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