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Ounce of Truth

from Feast of Magic by Abhi Ktori

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Along the lanes from mortalbridge,
one sun-bright madness day,
I met the strangest company,
that ever chanced my way.
One he was the smallest man,
that I had ever seen.
The other had a piece of sky,
where once his face had been.

“Good day, good day,”
they greated me,
and cried with one accord.
“Be so good to come with us,
on this day of our lord.
And if your eyes see two fellows,
I swear I am but one.
This dancing doll,
he wears my face,
to save me from the sun.”

“Oh sir, you look a sporting gent,
we’ll play a game of chance.
I’ll wager that you cannot beat
this fellow in the dance.”
So being nimble footed,
and of a dancing size,
I said “I’ll take your wager boys,
and you can name the prize.”

They took me deep into the town,
to a house of ill-repute.
Where the dancing doll,
he danced all night,
while faceless played the flute.
He danced upon the tables,
and he danced upon the walls,
til I so weary watching there,
I couldn’t dance at all.

“Oh no, good faceless man,” I said,
“This game I cannot stay.
I go to collect my father’s gold,
upon this very day.”
“Oh no,” they said “this cannot be,
the prize, it’s in your head.”
Now he is me and I am him,
and he goes in my stead.

All you well born travelers,
who go from place to place,
can you trust a dancing man,
with another fellow’s face?
And all you well born travelers,
that go the road along,
it doesn’t take an ounce of truth,
to sing a truthful song.

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from Feast of Magic, released December 3, 2020

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