To read

I see a clown, a man, a tree

Red and white, lips blue and free

With poison dripping down on me.

All hail Sai King, whose heart does see.

I see a man but oh so small,

A spider climbing down the wall,

To whet the fear within us all.

Cheers, Mr. Matheson, what a ball.

I see lions on the veldt

With glossy golden shining pelt

Lap up blood, no pain was felt.

Bradbury, where genius dwelt.

I see a ring, and furr-ed feet

Elves and monsters, what a treat

To read and evermore to meet

Tolkien, and paths so sweet.

I see a girl, a faun, a cave

And children who are good and brave

Magic and the wits to save.

Lewis, and the tales he gave.

I see ravens dark and black,

In darkened hate the floorboards clack

To hide the heart not gone slack.

Poe, the first to run the track.

I see these things, and do recall

The joy they brought to me, to all

Who feel the need, who head the call

Of darkness to which we’re in thrall.