Fantasy

The verses beckon through the taverns door,

Enjoy its firelit warmth and grab an ale;

The poems tell of heroes, blood and gore,

They offer dragons hoard and banshees wail;

Behold the creeping dread that stalks the gloom!

You bitter cynics, come and prep your smirks!

But gentler readers, please dont flee the room,

For other poems offer humours quirks;

They speak of magic hijinks and kebabs,

And sirens schemes that make the pirates spew;

One poem shows a golem braiding carbs;

A healing potion gets a bad review!

So heed this poems cunning sonnet hook,

And venture through the verses; read this book