The children sat in a circle,
around the teller of tales,
each in quiet anticipation
waiting for him to cast his spells.
He seemed to read every mind,
as he looked at each child's eyes.
He closed his eyes for a second,
selected a story, and smiled.
He began to weave a spell,
that started "A long time ago."
His voice was soft and gentle,
his gestures were dramatic and slow.
The children were enraptured,
by the tellers magic spell,
as in their mind they saw the characters,
as they listened to his tale.
They saw the scales of the dragon,
glittering in the sunset's light.
They saw the knights armor shine,
as he rode upon a steed of the purest white.
There was a moment of silence,
as the story was done.
Like a dream they slowly woke,
thinking of dragon scales in the sun.
It was getting late,
so the children went to bed.
To dream a dream of another story,
that danced within their heads.