There is a place beside a pool, a quiet, shadowed vale, where I once stopped to rest a spell and hear a stranger’s wild tale. A tale he told of fights with fiends, of heroes and their queens, of dancing storms, of racing winds, a tale that never ends. It never ends, nor was I told just how that tale did ever start. But I listened well until I fell to dreaming in that shadowed park. When I awoke, I was alone and stretching in my bed. I smile, now and then, to think, it all was in my head.
All in Your Head
Tale Told 