The Dancing Dreamer

The poetic tale of a fantasy writer and the reasons why I write.

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Their pain and passion never cease to possess me, take over me
The fantasies of the far off realms- the illusive mysteries that haunt me
They chase me, yet, they amaze me.
The bloody ink of my pen becomes the wound from which they bleed
And sometimes, it feels like their unshed tears- the game of sorrow and storm
This is my story- the dancing dreamer
This is my song- the poet caught in the mind’s fantasies and storms.
They chase me, yet, they amaze me.
They are the lost souls from the realms birthed by my mind
They are dead-living people who took birth in a realm, that, each day I try to find.
I write about their births, their lives and their deaths and beyond
They cling to me, sing to me, keen to me and take over me.
Yet, they follow me, chase me and amaze me.
They become my lullaby, yet, they keep me awake.
This is my story- the dancing dreamer
This is my song- the poet caught in the mind’s fantasies, whose reality is sometimes forlorn.