The Life of a Quest

The life of a quest,

Makes for an interesting journey.

Travels in foriegn lands to magical places.

Mythical beings, and life's trials.

Creatures of the woods, and castles .

I can transform the landscape, to a sea of doubt,

And calm the raging waves of storm.

Plant the seed of an idea, and harvest a crop of food for thought.

The magnitude of this realm, I see... is endless.

Ever so gently treading , fields of flowers and butterflys.

Plodding desert sands, stomping off to war.

Drinking the dregs of humanity, with sharp fangs.

Flying high in wispy clouds shaped like otters,

And slaying dragons made of self loathing.

I have the company of elves and dwarves.

Queens and warrior princess, fair maids!

I have fellow soldiers, chewing licorice cigars.

There are talking dogs and hard nosed survivors of life.

No one is homeless here, everyone is fed.

The Blue halcyon stills the roughened oceans,

And Pixees flit through groves of po trees.

The' Watchers' look for rewards to bestow,

While word wizards weave spells of delight.

Some of my fellow travelers have too many toes,

I think it maybe from drinking tea in the looking glass.]

Some jump in the river of regret feet first,

And others try to bridge the gaps, with outstretched hands.

These are the things that make life in "Neopoet" such a joy!