The Storyteller Poem by S.I.M.

the storyteller
hears no tale
listens closely
hears no hail has
no sight of
whats to come
sits on a stump
to twiddle his
thunb the story
he tells is old and
again what one
he tells there is
no end for
naught can he
hear of the
storm that blew
in that wiped out
the town n took
even the inn on
his story goes
though no souls
do hear of the
old man on the
stump the one
with the fear
though fear goes
unheard and no
story replyd the
storyteller
doesn't know he
already died