Ballad of the PoemHunter

Hi guys, just wanted to share something with you. There's a website for poets to upload works onto, akin to a forum/social network. Features include creating e-books out of uploaded works and rating poems/ voting for favourites etc. Check it out if you have time. So far I've uploaded three: Arthur Ironclad, Once Upon a Tide and finally: Ballad of the Dreamweaver. The former two you've already read on this blog whereas the latter one is the first upload anywhere online, save for the Pinterest image of a single line. So please, check the site out here: http://poemhunter.com/jake-walker

And for the sake of ease, here is Ballad of the Dreamweaver

Salutations to you my friend;

I’ll ensure this night will never end.

Sleep beneath the sheet, inside your bed

and lye down still, while I reside in your head.

Thoughts and memories aplenty I find,

Enough to weave a dream inside.

I knit the fabrics of your sub-conscience,

They bind together to find a nexus; I’m the one of omnipotence inside of many a mind,

I am the one to whom they abide.

An archive of thoughts and memories, of which there are many to choose.

Within this catalogue, track of time I lose.

I wile away minutes to hours

For you to experience that which life has not granted;

Realigning the tower currently slanted.

A plethora of possibilities that be presented to me.

Is it not unusual to think that glee may not be found in all nocturnal reverie?

With care you must travel through that crafted land,

For all can seem real; that deathly-stone hand.

The narrative to which this night has been set.

You must embrace all to be shown through my lens, for me to enlighten you must let.

Yes, you must let me show you both pleasure and pain,

For in the end it is knowledge that we will both gain.

But the sun begins to rise over the hills once more

and roll out to rouse you, from your serendipitous abode.

You may think all had been designed,

But once inside I stumbled upon a fortunate surprise.

This is when I let you go from my grasp,

To return unto the land over which I passed.

I will not disclose that what I came to find Inside of thee and hope that you shan’t mind, Since I took a piece of you inside of me . . .