Author's Apology for his works, Past, Present, and Future:
And it fell unto my lot one night,
That I should take up my pen to write.
That seems to some but a petty thing,
But it fell on me, and my heart did sing!
For when my pen is set to page,
I weave the tales of another age.
Of kings and queens and dragon hordes,
Of valiant knights and noble lords.
These tales I tell of ages gone by,
Yet into the future I may still fly.
To tell of things there that I see,
Of things to come, that may yet be.
The whole world shall be my book,
What will I write of? Come and look.
But now I have said what I must say,
I shall return on another day,
To tell the tales that must be told,
For you to learn the truth they hold.
And so my friends, I say goodnight,
For I have written what I must write.
Fare thee well, adieu, may we meet again,
Until such a time, I stay my pen.