by joetwo

In front I stand
Weaving my words
Casting my spell of fiction
Of rhyme and verse
Tall tales of daring do
Sweet moments of romance
All wrapped in the gift of language
The wonderous spoken word
I see it weave its exquisite trap
Grabbing hold of imagination
Keeping the soul in thrall
A hundered faces watch in awe
Hanging on every word
As the storyteller casts his spell