Can you see it in your minds eye
All the places that have ever passed by
Blurred into a single image
Becoming a whole new place
A girl sitting on her bed
Merchants sitting on the streets
They're alive but never dead
Then zoom out and see the big picture
A writer a notebook and a pencil
The pencil wipping back and forth like a sword
The pencil and paper painting new places
The writing and reading will never end
As you hear about the undead
Here's a person, there's a person
popping in and out
Then zoom in and see a giant castle
Places big and places little
Markets full of hastle
Beggers, mouths full of spittle
Then a giant wall
Protecting the city from unknown foes
Outside trees soround all
What the trees can't tell you, the wind knows
Out in a meadow
the green grass waves
and the cool breeze blows
into nice shaped caves
Farmer sitting the the fields
Whistling as he watches the sheep
Knights ride past bearing shields
Lazy people are still asleep
Nymphs will twinkle
Elves will dance
Faires will sprinkle
Dwarves will prance
People will hide
from prying eyes
but they won't slide
Out of her eyes
The eyes of the author
they know all
So don't even bother
To hide behind a wall
for they know all
Sitting in silence
a pen and a pencil
writing of violence
and other of peace
