I come from ancient tales of prince and princess,
From villainous cures to white rabbits and chess.
I come from forgotten books,stacked without care,
From enchanted adventures both wild and fair.
I come from a land where one never grows old,
From the tales of magic your mother once told.
I come from old stories, some lacking in truth,
From the adventures that inspired you all through your youth.
Though the ink has faded and the pages are torn,
After every "The End" a new story is born
YOU ARE READING
The Night Writer
PoetryDescribing my very active imagination when I can't sleep at night.
