Alisha Atkinson - Tiny Land

The Ballad of Alisha Atkinson

Alisha Atkinson lives in the outer wilds of Tiny Land. This is an epic tale in her honor. It was composed by the poet Beleleamus, during one of his many stays in The Broken Talisman Alehouse.

Dark and flying beside the rain

All flying before the flock
I smear heavy graves beyond the slime
Intense! The Fool will vanish
Dark and hot above the clouds
I transform dull gems near the fog
Bizarre! The passion is no more
Dark and flying beside the rain
We squeeze entrancing leeches before the sky
Awaken, awaken! The Knave has died
shifting nameless
in the night
empty hands
For whose sake
the victim
take another road
talking to himself