Gather round to hear a tale,
Of valiant knights in shimmering mail.
The legend of a boy whose ring,
Vanquished a demonic king.
Huddle close to the firelight,
As I weave a story filled with fright.
Come one, come all, young and old.
A story of the past I do hold.
Tales you have never heard.
Passed down through spoken word.
A fantasy of magic I have in store.
A fiction of love and magic and more
A fantastical mix I have up my sleeve.
And once I start you'll never leave.
Not until my story is done,
Long past the setting of the sun.
