When you reach the end
Do you close it as it is?
Or flip the pages backward
Digging deeper within?

The script cannot portray a single meaning
As the written words speak a thousand each
Tales abroad derive from many lives
Who's stories as deep as their memories

Though numbers add up
Two plus two is four
Is there another galaxy
Where maybe it's not so?

Every surface has it's weight
Not hidden, but discreet
Like every story, so don't settle
There's more underneath

These words are a script
You can study them
And repeat them verbatim
As this poem is written

But are these words simply that?
Phonetically intact
Safe, safe, so very safe
Memorised, for their pleasure

Then recognise your artist inside
Trapped behind structure and rules
You write exact, clear and concise
But those who memorise the words are fools

My script is packaged for you to discover
An algorithm decoded by mind and wonder
As are all the words, which have graced our planet
Culture from another place, or time, another dimension

A knight travels by foot
Her treacherous journey

Across fields, she slay a fairy of deep ruby
Over mountains, she tricked a grizzly to jump, down, down, down
Through forests, she learnt magic from elves and banished them from existence

She is a hero, destined to survive.
The only survivor to escape the rampage
In search of its source
She will not be slowed, not a giant, a dragon, a witch
Nothing will cross her without certain death
She will stop at nothing to reach the king of the message

She has fought off the evil, which was everything good
It attempted to fight her and failed
And now she stands eye to eye with the last survivor on the planet
The source

She can take him with a single slice, spell, or illusion
And banish evil forever
Banish life forever

Humanity’s only hope lies in her blade
To be a hero, or be her hero
No matter, she will be a legend
But will her legend be told?

Welcome to my canvas, my words are not mine
Feel free to take our story where you want to go
Maybe travelling aboard the grassy soil and watching clouds go by
Or questing for a hidden treasure on an island out at sea
I've said enough of these words, which of course are not mine
Disappear inside your mind and take us somewhere

And time is but a still moment, everywhere at once

Thank you dear poet, for sharing this moment
For letting your soul fly free
And painting on my canvas
Which is not mine
Shared with me

Its to much
You're grammar isn't good enough
You should follow there rules
I to
But really, whose two say whats right or wrong