Zealously-Yonder

He tells his tales from days of old, depicted in his threads of gold, tales of war and tales of strife and all the wondrous joy in life. The highs and lows are woven in, saintly deeds and deeds of sin, the warp and weft, the fingers deft, from left to right and right to left. Inside out and outside in, a flash of gold and silver pin. Stars are born outside the loom, filling up his tiny room, with permeating, blinding light, he shields his eyes as well he might. Darkness falls across the stories, often hiding many glories, he wonders why all sadness lingers, through his tired and aching fingers. Inside out and outside in, a flash of gold and