One Story
By: the iHope Poet
A story can be Retrospective,
Page by page, word by word,
And even now mine is still undying.
The first words are self-defining;
The world has you lost until the book places you anew.
As you walk the paths of your written fantasy
You’ve not a care in the world, and nothing worth fighting.
But you only stroll in peace for but a moment,
For trials and change are constant and most certain.
The tears of fate and pain for what you have and will lose,
Oh, so disheartening, yet too easy to foretell.
Well, any reader wishes for the hero’s victory.
And I can only hope you’ll do your best.
Although you and your book have placed this new life,
Whoever the writer is can truly choose to make things better.
So now that all is rough and old and wasted,
Now that you have seen what “new” can mean,
Now there are only two good questions left to answer:
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