+Musings+

A poem I wrote back in 2008.

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A new world unfolds

At my fingertips.

Dragons fly high

as I write my scripts.

Vampires creep

As black as night,

cackling loud

As they take flight.

In the dark forests,

Werewolves howl

with glowing, red eyes

slavering, they prowl.

Ghosts fly above,

glow a magical green.

It happens all year,

not just Halloween.

They each have lives,

their own stories to tell.

Some come from heaven,

some straight from hell.

But wherever they're from,

doesn't matter to me.

Because I'm in control

of their destiny.

They squabble and fight.

I type more and more.

They kiss and make up,

or perhaps start a war.

Whatever I want

they surely will do,

and they will not stop,

til my story is through.

As my muse dies,

it comes to an end.

My story will pause,

til I start it again.