A writer’s glory

I feast my eyes and care to look at poetic pages upon a book, I enjoy the rhythm and let if flow from wherever this writer’s mind dared to go..I read on and on and on and I sense these sights midst howling wolves in dank dark nights..I see such glory as I envisage these pages, and I finish this story thru chaptered stages..

Oh the blessings betwixt my imagination after scrutinising your wonderful words of fascination..My mind’s eye wanders thru your wilderness and listen to those witches shrill shrieks of distress..But you paint a vivid picture from the creativity in your head, and on your woodland floor, I have trodden and tread..