Shush now, my dear, and list to this tail.
Of an author and a love
that was born to fail
love began for the author, poor man
When first he put pen to paper
And in his mind, a world began
There in words, from his mind ink wells
a woman in moonlight bathed
Golden dress of daffodils
lilock cape flutters, she twirls
Flowing fire red hair, laurels found there
eye so blue the sky's no compare
In a world so fragile, she stood bold
In this tale, he wrote her intelligent and pure
And fell deeper into his fantasy spell
Tell legends say he did a thing forbidden
Pen to paper in her darkest need
He writes his name and saves her
Back at safety, truth
He got a thank you
And a Toodaloo