A Land Foretold

Close my eyes take me to a land beyond my own,
where I can be the only human left alone.
A place where I can walk among fauns and fairies abound,
to hear the songs of elves and dwarfs digging under ground.
Somewhere, where eagles are half lion and all wise,
hunting for food and never knowing there own demise.
A land where banshees howl and cry for there lost dead,
to an Island that holds Medusa’s body with out a head.
Past the Cyclops pastures where sheep run free,
into the land of Hercules where heroes are born to be.
In to a land where every legend holds true to there word in life,
where the man always walks away with a beautiful wife.
Yes this is the place I wish to be,
so let me draw back my pen and you this land I decree.
With every pass of my hand,
we shall walk together though this land.
When the story is almost at its final end,
know you can create it too my friend.
Search deep in your mind for it holds the key to create,
for it’s the power of imagination that shows your own characters fate.
A writer, a story teller, I am called all of these and more,
for you and I can construct everything in this lore.
Close your eyes and let the words flow with heavens grace,
for it is our gift and it just needs to be written in front of your face.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004