A fiction for thee

There once was a monkey sitting on a tree,

Or was it a horse grazing in glee;

A monkey,a horse, a dog or all three,

Either way I will write a fiction for thee.

Shall it be of rainbows in the sky?

Or should it take a dark depressing dye?

Everyone loves a fun story-

But what is life without a tragedy.

So a mix it shall contain,of joy and laughter

With a dash of pain and tear filled cries.

A perfect recipe,a work of art,hopefully;

To begin, I pen the first word for thee.

Shall it have mysteries -

Filled with bloodshed and struggles,

Or it take a lighter tone-

Of elf magic and bubbles.

Halfway there,pen paused to wait;

The creator perplexed with the story's state.

A story of a child,a innocent,a thief;

Drawing the lines, their own destiny.

Almost there,the end is near.

Pausing no longer,the pen writes clear.

The heroes no longer shaped by flowing ink;

Take their last steps for the journey’s need.

The pen finally rests,

The pages, closed.

The book is bound,

And the heroes,at peace.

So there is the fiction

As promised to thee;

A work of art,maybe,

Only time will tell the decree.

                           -H.nandhitha