a remarkable liar told
once an inspiring story
its cornerstone a lion,
built upon storms
riddled with starlight
peopled by children
its seas full of sails and a north-bearing wind
who bartered his life
in exchange for a bicycle ride down a stony road
in the old town there sat
the witch playing draughts with the goatherd girl
losing three to a single move
how the lion bounded
how the storm blustered
how the story ends
not the same as last time
there's a little red flag
who chose death before dishonor
windsock
