Untitled thoughts

Illnesses disappear will

Solve all their clues ending the suffering and glum

Then my destiny shall be fulfilled

Once that has all been done, I will pause for the next challenge to come

The mystical realm of fantasy

The wonders of writing a novel

Sometimes the adventure may make you queasy

My works will make even the winds kiss thy feet and grovel

Frontiers of ice and space are the last of these

Traveling hither and thither ere the sands of time scurry

That which had been hidden from view shall open to keys

Do not worry; we are not yet in such hurry

Three dreams have I described

Yet there are some many more that I have not yet transcribed