INTO THIS DEEP

Stay Out.

slam!

bang!

a kick and a swing.

don’t you get any closer.

says the protector

war worn and dented

standing like a friggen frigate

sticks and stones are it’s bones

I fear you will not make it

but if perhaps,

you do.

weather the storm i throw at you.

i just want you to know

when you step into the room.

i provide for you

and you listen to the words

i whisper to you.

and most of all,

hold them countless tales

i gift to you.

wont you then,

not go?