A poem about all the places one might visit and the uncertainty of it all.

I found many a world and many a land

on which my feet will never stand

It cannot be seen without minds eye

Is there truly a place where such beasts fly?

In the realm of tricks and riddles, schemes

Imagination rules like the land of dreams 

I read the worlds into view

And every one brings something new 

A name, a place, a villains face

A heat can race, a fear can rise

That a curdling scream cannot disguise

It always ends with foes and friends

A magical slight and the victor’s plight 

I know of places that cannot be found 

Above, Along or below the ground

It took me years to figure it out 

I believed it all without a doubt

Creativity reels within and throughout

There were Knights in the Night

and hairs on the hare

And truth be told be it brave or bold

A passage fare is rarely fair

I’ve journeyed here and there

But I’ll never reach most everywhere

Because before I find my death

Before I take my final breath

I wont have time to read them all

I’m sure I’ll miss a masquerade ball

But I will read forever more 

Tho some may find it ever a chore

If you are one who is not sure

Do me a favor and go on tour 

Sit in a chair, flip the pages, beware

Cause you never know what kind

you’re likely to find

If you dare to look in a Fantasy book

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