Weaver

by Alowl

The crescendo of the crystal city, and the gift of the tale to those who would hear. The Singer, echoing endlessly, and the Song, never stilled.

Disclaimer – You know the drill. I don't own SGA. And I actually don't own the poetry structure, either – I borrowed it from something I saw somewhere. The words and images, the idea, however, is mine and mine alone.

Weaver

There was a city – a crystal city –

Of glass and steel and sunken dreams

And I was there – I saw it fall

As I walked the darkened halls alone

With the Sleepers my only company –

OOO

And dancing in the frozen stillness

I traced the weft and wove the tale

Of empty ghosts and endless hunger

Of fire flaring in the sky

And a past I could no longer recall –

OOOO

There was a city – an ancient city

And sleepers stirred in the dead of night

For a flash of blue broke shifting shadows

And children came with clever hands

To roust the sleep and break the slumber

OOOO

There is a city – I watched it rise

To light and air and desperate joy

And I rejoiced, and was not alone

For a thousand souls now shared my story

Climbing, turning, into the dawn.