A napkin? Or was it another word, probably lost to time Yet another piece of erased history, soon before its prime A candle blown out by the sleight of hand An ashen cloth carries itself across the land The spider caws, the crow weaves Soon to be whispered slowly upon unbroken dead leaves The candle slowly reignites Aligning the spirits under the firelight The napkin begins to catch its own flame The spirits begin to play their own game The burning cloth dries down to the bone Losing its color, losing its tone The napkin fades away into black The ashen remains, excitement, they seem to lack And the spirits dissipate unsatisfied Never to return to the candlelight Never always takes forever
Biography: Hi, I’m Landen Shuey. I’m from Early College Academy, so that’s how I’m connected to Aims. My craft has become more and more important as my years in high school went on and I’m going so far as to major in guitar performance at UNC for the fall 2022-2023 school year. I chose my craft because I’ve always loved music and I’ve always loved epic stories with beautiful, infinitesimal, and especially whimsical writing. I try to inspire awe in many different aspects of my work because I’m a show-off. I listen to a lot of odd indie music, and it really gives me a sense of whimsicality only a few people with such a child-like sense of wonder could acquire. Tally Hall and Jukebox the Ghost are two bands I draw a lot of inspiration from for my music and my writing. Thanks for reading!