Tell me stories steeped in Incan legend,

tales of Viking lore that none can capture;

oh, the look I see in your brown eyes when

you begin to speak, they turn to rapture.

Whisper in my ear of Hiawatha,

shout the fabled name of Captain Nemo;

use your voice to paint the waves and water,

take me out amongst the ocean's free flow.

Lift me to the mountains, feel me quaking,

throw me in a crevice wracked with danger;

save me with a ransom from the Fey King,

flying home on wings your words can conjure.

Wash my cheeks with tears as Juliet dies,

hear me sob when Pip dies from the black plague;

never stop, no mind of childish wet eyes,

let your tales engross me, take me back stage.

Saddle me a charger midst the battle,

send me to the moon on silver lightning;

choke me with a pauper's chesty rattle,

bury me with ghosts and things so frightening.

Should I cry, nay don't omit the gory,

this is why I sit upon your old knee;

fill my mundane life and tell a story,

I remember every one you've told me.