Once Upon a Future Past

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #204.

It's too far in the afternoon, I thought

but evening ran behind me

dragons, demons, and the sleeping world;

afraid to turn, to wake me.

Power needs its horror stories, its ghosts.

It's too far in the afternoon, I thought

but evening followed close;

a fantasy of goodness, where the gold

is always covering bones.

Power needs its fairy tales, its witches.

It's too far in the afternoon, I thought

but evening treads my hem,

like an army from the dragon's teeth

and all the lies therein.

-- Chrissa