It’s along the way, the story is wrote,
And the stain of spilt ink is binding.
It causes disbelief of ever finding
The happy ending of a finished quote.
Lyrics in your head weave and rumble—
Wed tales of enemies, a princess and a quest—
A tale of dragons nimbly soaring west,
To encircle the tower you must humble!
It is the words that are bound by fear,
That are caused by the magi’s paws—
That drop your sword when the cause
Of all your sleepless nights stands so near…
But if such a tale is to be spoken,
If there is an ending to fit the lore,
The wyvern has been slain in war
And by sunset, dismay is broken
DannYetman
www.DanielYetman.com
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