Chapter 8

Cradling the gold glass
In loving warmth
Which he wished upon
His cold town
He saw moon by morning and night
And sun by night and morning
Knowing of the curse
And sharp by his wit
Wise enough to figure a foreign avenue
To occupy the sugary waters it held
He carried a thin piece of soft wood
Dipped it into the waters
And began scribbling on the walls
For whomever to see it
Knowing all detail behind its glow
Would copy it into books
And carry it out the palace
Back into town
With a new set of eyes