~.~

A spinner of lies
Enmeshed with drops of truth;
A creator of creatures unimaginable
Great and wise
Or dark and fell,
Unthinkable deeds or new worlds –
What next He creates with His deft hands
One can't tell.

Creator of shiny-sheeny things, He is;
Like mirrors, calm lakes and lamps
And dark things too. His muses are many,
Yet none can surmise what transpires through His mills.

Relentless, unforgiving, unsleeping and undaunted
His hands work magic like a weave of silken threads
Contrived in the likeness of memoirs surreal –
For He is a writer whose stories leave you enchanted.

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