The Talers

The Tale'rs from Kimberley Bianca

It was a fufilling tale
one which raptured all the frail
reckoning my beckoning face
I then faced the taste of haste

Sneaking around corners when all appeared in tact
In fact nothing was safe
and nothing was in place

When repairing the puzzle
I noticed a shimmering key
Directing me to the hungry minds that flee
Behind a door of temptational beauty

Bang the door goes behind me
like any great dream it then disappears
Im trapped in land of idealists
with scarlet hearts and frivolous pasts

craving hyper-existence and all appears in tact
In fact nothing is safe
and nothing is in place

the world needs a winter
the world needs that rain
it doesn't welcome another dreamer
it want no more shame

so accumulate souls in spiral
leave them on a quest
a never ending tale
banish us from life's test