True Tales from Flitcraft by Flitcraft

True tales

the moon hanging low
the moon hanging low
frozen over the town
the wind like a scream
in the icy streets
blowing trash around
creeping shadows of the trees
getting longer
waking the babies from their slumber
and they won’t be seen again

didn’t it, didn’t it all come true last night?
in the deep end of the night
didn’t it all come true last night?
in the deep end of night

a guy all alone coming home
from his work
stumbles over a stone
lifts it up to the light
what an awesome sight
it’s his heart that he holds
he looks around
stuffs it into his pocket
disappears with the speed of a rocket
and was never seen again

didn’t it, didn’t it all come true last night?
in the deep end of the night
didn’t it all come true that night?
in the deep end of night

someone was looking
for hours on end
at a mirror of ice
’til his reflection
charming and mild
winked at him twice
opened his mouth
his voice wouldn’t come
swallowed his secrets
every last one
and they won’t be back again

didn’t it, didn’t it all come true last night?
in the deep end of the night
didn’t it all come true that night?
in the deep end of night
in the deep end of night
in the deep end
in the deep end of night

• Folk
• dark folk
• outlaw folk
• western
• Trego