I like to create worlds
I like to write stories
It never gets old
At least not for me

It's hard for me to write down
what's all in my head
But I'm going to try right now
Else this poem would be over instead

I have one world with not yet a name
With six places all in a game
It's set in 2064 where VR took off
But because of a virus the game didn't last long

Inside the game the players were stuck
They build their home with a little bit of luck
They made sure to steer clear of siren bay
Because sirens always wanted to play

To the water kingdom you will go
Where the area is filled with snow
To the player's very own home
Where hospitality will definitely show

The virus added code
So a person had an episode
Dragons were no longer allowed
Where dragon shapeshifters were about

To the fire kingdom you will walk
If you want to be amidst a civil war
Dragons are facing extinction
Even though this is still fiction

The virus spread a disease
That killed people with ease
But after awhile the people took another breath
It seemed they had escaped the black death

To the earth kingdom you will journey
If you don't think zombies are scary
Though they rather be called the living dead
Because they still got morals in their rotting head

The virus rewrote the code
So a different model would load
And because of that
Everyone in Myrr changed in a cat

To the air kingdom you will travel
If mechanics is something you can handle
There are only a few robots and humans
Because a cat still doesnt have opposable thumbs

The virus encoded a speech
Where it called the king "My liege"
It made up a prophecy about religion
Where he had to sacrifice 12 elven women

To the light kingdom you will advance
If you want to see a game of chance
Where the virus picked out 12 innocent girls
To live among the stars as pearls

And lastly the virus took form as an elf
So for the last time it could personally raise hell
Together with its encoded lover
They stole a treasure like no other

To the kingdom of darkness you will proceed
If you wish to intercede
You know what the virus has done
You know what it has become

Else you can enjoy the show
That happens down below
The virus will set everything in motion
with nothing more than a single notion

With the virus's last breath it will curse the king
His wife's death in labor and a cursed twin
His first born gone and the second afraid
It is she who is this story's aide

Now you know a bit of a world I've made
I still have more than 50 characters who need a place
Maybe soon I will be done
And then I wonder what it will become