It all began with nursery rhymes
Old King Cole and
Jack and his friend on the hill, and
Still my fascination is there and
I suspect it always will.
Through countless books
The rhymes were driven
By darker visions
Of souls in distress.
And some about love and all that stuff,
Still as important,
Nevertheless.
So that writing bug
Had bitten me
And wouldn't let me go,
I tried in vain
To put it down
Though tears of pain and woe.
The sheer magic of looping those syllables together
No matter the theme, just write and flow
At the end of a verse, beautiful are the words
Synchronised stanza, with rhymes that are very good!