Storyteller's darkest nightmare!

The darkest nightmare for a storyteller!

Today I go out to sea,

And leave my motherland behind,

In the storms and crushing waves,

I have my tales to bind,

a story teller with out a story,

it’s the Darkest time,

in my motherland,

all seems vain,

for every dawn and dusk are the same,

if venturing into hidden lands,

opens up a legend,

than a hundred perils

aren’t a single obstacle,

they shall be crossed!

Like pirates live on treasure,

And Arabian sheikhs on pleasure,

Like witches live on spells,

And black magic lives on evil,

So I live on tales,

Folklores,

And stories,

Present in distant lands 

and across horizons of many seas!