val … what a fool

and val stays silent

like his shadow.

he no longer moves to chase the wind

for the goblin was no where to be seen.

he may as well be chasing air,

nothing …. and a goblin mixes a potion

throws it into the air and vanishes, how very convenient

and the ones running after an illusion see reality

when it was all a potion.

what is it really?

the blood stained on rocks say something happened,

and the crows they stare about blankly …

should have known

that truth and lies

cannot be told

when a potion is mixed

and a story becomes the only truth

in a land smoked to the ground.

what happened? what really happened?

and no one did know

for the moon did vanish that night,

and all val heard

was the laughter

of someone familiar, he rather not be

acquainted with again. told you so.

the voice was iron, grated on his heart, mind and soul.

reality is whatever you choose to believe in