In the End, I am only Words

I'm going to tell you a tale

I believe my being can be summed up in one word.....

Storybook

I have the run the word over and over

In my head,

Across my tongue

Storybook

I am

A storybook

And I have so many characters

I'd like to introduce you a few of them

First, there is Mind

She is a magical sorceress

Clothed in a deep purple gown

With a shining crescent moon about her neck

She is the keeper of secrets and words

But often, she will let Loneliness through her door

If you were to read about her

You would come to understand that this is one of her biggest flaws

Loneliness is an interesting creature

He stands tall and gray

A lord made of stone

When you invite him in

He will listen to what you have to say

And give nothing but a cold stare in return

When he leaves

There air remains chilly for quite some time

But ah, then there is Love

She is Loneliness's twin sister

And is in every way his opposite

Most of the time

She is a laughing drunkard

Dancing around in magenta robes

Making flowers grow wherever she touched the earth

But she is secretly a Red Huntress

And stronger than you think

She is forever chasing her dreadful twin

And will never stop

But you will rarely see her that way

It only comes out in the most dire of times

When she senses Loneliness is near

Now on to Happiness

Happiness, oh, he is such a colorful thing

Complex, too

Sometimes he walks dreamily through the land

His sky blue cape rustling in the wind

Other times he is wildly running about

Singing at the top of his lungs for all to hear