[A tear stained page, filled with scratched off sentences and bleeding drops of ink. A poem is written along the bottom. Or perhaps, a song?]
Tell me a story of long-legged beasts;
Of broken clocks on the wall;
Tell me a story of how time ceased;
And how shadows embraced all
Tell me a story with six bright eyes;
And nine stars aligned that plead;
Tell me a story of three lost cries;
With one left out to bleed
Tell me the story of what they’ve done;
And how warm death’s hands can be;
Ten-thousand nights to welcome one;
And no one left to see.