Oh. Hm.

I accidently wrote a poem the other day. See, poetry is a million more times awkward to share. I don't even know if I'm going to post this as I type it.

By the Fire

Dragons and knights

No

Trucks and cops

Swords and chain mail

Not here

Guns and Kelvar

Faeries and bubonic plague

Not now

Costumes and flu shots

Villains and heroes

No need

Politicians and plumbers

Magic and true love

Are you insane?

Satanism and three divorces

Fantasy

Confined to a book

In a world of unchanging laws

Of gravity

Of motion

Of physics

And I want it changed

I want nations speaking dead languages

I want nuclear bombs shelved to make room

For the honorable knights of the Round Table

I want bards to tell tales of old

Of new

I want mysterious story tellers coming out

By the fire

Entrancing

You

Me

There

Listening

There will be a story

A story I will tell when the others fall silent

The stories on pages

Real pages

Of dragons and knights

Swords and chain mail

Faeries and bubonic plague

Villains and heroes

Magic and True Love

I wait

By the fire