Spilled out of a Pen

 

I like to tell the tales
That come into my head
With pen, ink and typed out text
Or pencils filled with lead

I try to paint a picture
With words, what’s in my mind
And lay open my universe
To see what others find

I’d like you to come with me
I invite you free inside
I hope you accept
And for a time reside

Walk the lonely hallways
Traverse the magic lands
Fly through the far off skies
In dark forests I beg you stand

Ride to war with princes
See a mind of darkened thoughts
Walk a road to market towns
And witness battles that I fought

All that I have written
Comes from deep within
All my facts and fictions
Spilled out of a pen

©Aarron Mondello
16/3/2018

 

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