I read many stories out loud,
Spinning wonders with my voice,
But there is one story I won't read,
Its tale twisted and fractured by too many Silver tongues,
The Inkworld is off limits for me,
World of speaking fire and fairies,
For I don't want to ruin the story,
I won't get to see Dustfingers fire,
Nor hear the lovely Roxanne sing,
Nor travel with the motley Folk, and follow the Black Prince as a King,
Well, perhaps a few words wouldn't hurt,
A line or too read would be fine,
A page, a chapter,
And then I look,
I look up,
I am in a forest,
I can see a fire elf nest,
My Silver tongue has run away again,
I must now be in the Inkworld….