Into the thick of it, The world of swords and war; Bloodied bodies, page after page, Till one nation stood. A world filled with warlocks and witches, Mages and sorcerers, detailed word for word, Pertaining to the end of magic. Then fairies, fares, and other creatures Dominating the forest fell with a single stroke, Showing the beauty of it all with each line. For good or for evil, For better or for worse, Walking through each battle, Only to see the end chapters predetermined. The truth: only good prevails. And love that parallels all odds— To have a desire for the other, Both pure and sinful. Even after each read, 'Til death does thy part, Love became them. To be able to be engulfed— Each read taking a journey to the unknown, For emotions felt, For words said. 'Til the end of the book, That is my joyful pastime.