Fizzlestorm

Words echo, they echo they bounce and bounce each word rings, they ring they return and return As they are quiet Silence echos, it echos it bounces and bounces each moment quiet, it's quiet it's still and still As it says more

What is it that i love about Fantasy? Is it the stories? Sure they are enjoyable and exciting, but that is not it. Is it the monsters? Sure they are dangerous and deadly, but that is not it. Is it the battles? Sure they are great and glorious, but that is not it. What is the essence of fantasy? That thing that draws us in, the reason why we sit around the hearth listening. The ebb and flow of emotions that move like the fire. The rise of heroes and the fall of darkness. The ancient history and the great wonders. A couple of friends sharing stories from far away. Of Dragons and Dungeons, of Adventures and Laughter.