That's How It Starts...

It was found in the jungle

Down in the untold bowels where they prowl through the unknown

A talisman, passed around the town by men until it sunk its talons in, befouling them

We had heard the stories now and then, from those cowering and shouting from the shadowlands

It was said to make your wildest dreams come true

And I believed too, I had seen a few

But most those dreams come with demons too, and even you might find it tough to see between the two

On a blanket with trinkets, a cantankerous figure on the bank of the river burned incense

Sold anklets and ring-sets

Intricate pieces that ancients would bury their kings with

They were tarnished and hard to distinguish

She had cautioned us anonymous preponderance

How often wanderlust could not escape the harm of what has come along with us

And purchasing this charm could just belong to Lust, a monster that's been haunting us

But we took it all as gobbledygook and nonsense you tell tourists at the carnivals

So that's on us

I purchased it, sure that it was worth a bit

She warned us that you can't return the gift, or turn a wish into some nourishment

If you try, you may be cursed to worship it

Like she was trying to sell insurance or some other horseshit (?)

I dusted it off, wondering how long it must have been lost

Busted, crust-rusted in spots

Plugged it in and that's how it starts...