In truth, my heart may be marred by pain,

But it holds true tales of love, found and lost,

Imaginings of heroes brave and villains vain,

Through winter’s chill and summer’s glow,

Of dreams fulfilled and dreams tossed.

I’ve stood the test of time, you know,

Imaginings of heroes brave and villains vain,

In my imaginings is a treasure trove of history,

Within my words, hopes and dreams live again.

Of wisdom learned in imaginings from days of yore,

Of battles fought, in actuality, both lost and in victory,

Even dreams reflect reality, struggles endured, and more.

In every verse, is a reflection of truth, in every line,

In whispers soft, in literary art, I tell of love,

In my imaginings, a treasure trove of history’s sign,

In dreams and reality, lies a hope for the future too,

In tales of villains below, and tales of heroes above.

in imaginings, the hopeful will find a world that’s new.

In me is wisdom in imaginings from the days of yore,

So judge me by my inner thought but not by outer guise,

In my literary, you’ll find, you’ll find forevermore.

So don’t dismiss me or my literary as just a book,

See me for the worlds, the truth, that within pages, lies,

In these worlds, these words, a verity worth a second look.

In true tales of battles fought and victories lost and won,

In these pages of literary art, I write. Do read, pause, and reflect,

In struggles faced in actuality, in imaginings, and journeys done.

For those who do choose to read, read these words well,

In glorious light, in foreboding darkness, my soul is elect,

If you read well, you shall find a world where stories swell.

In verity, through literary art, I hold the secrets of the past,

True tales woven amongst imaginings of love and loss I keep,

A story that reflects the spirit, a story that forever will last.

Upon my shelf, I place fragments of my soul. I stand alone,

Only in pages open, read, and reflected, will you find secrets deep.

I give you my soul in fragments. may you see reflections of your own.