The Storymaster

This is a poem about my opinion of the master story teller.

She spins and weaves:
Her threads are plots
Her silks, characters
Her needles, conflicts

She spins her tale:
Her setting, long ago
Her characters, unique
Her story, few shall know

She creates her world:
Of dragons and goblins
Wizards and sorcerers
Elves, Dwarves, Fairies

Welcome to my world:
Open a book, let me tell
Of a time and place
You'll soon know well.