As I read Riordan
I thought I might be
A son of Poseidon
For I loved the sea.
I tried talking to horses
Using water to heal
And confirmed to myself
That Greek myths weren't real.
Reading Tolkien made me
Want to craft the one ring
And seize the power
That it would bring.
But rings granting power
Aren't found in this world
Except when they're mentioned
In the legends of old.
My attempts with the Force
Proved fruitless as well
But there is still use
In these stories we tell.
From Potter to Eragon
Dragons and elves
Have worlds of their own
But reveal our inner selves.
These fantasy worlds
Should be known to each lad
To teach him to tell
Who's good and who's bad.
Aug. 16, 2019
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