those who stood tall,
why assume they never could fall
often the smiles shone through,
though its was the scars they hid
which longed for you.
atlas bore the weight of sky.
still you ask why he gazed at medussa's eye
bit by bit are mountains weathered.
"standing strong" is what you see.
why cant you fathom the restless nether.
you say you heard all my stories.
of kings and queens and beautiful fairies.
dont you know in silence lie
the tales
said not by tongue,but with the eye.