The Pot of Scrolls - Chugami
Would you like to hear a story? Come, sit. My pot of scrolls holds many words with which To sample, and I'm sure one will match your Own unique taste. Adventure is nigh, Or say perhaps some romance? Mayhaps thou Seek comedy, for I've a laugh or two. Ah this variety, for I'll always have something you shall enjoy to hear. For that, you see, my purpose here. To tell these tales and yarns and fables many, yes. A storyteller, that is what I am. I wander far and wide, to seek out these, My magnificent tales from all across This wide wide world. And when I hear a tale That I have not heard before, then it's time To take up ink and one of my blank scrolls And write it down, to later share with you And others eager so to imagine. Of fairies, knights and dragons, cruel tyrants And heroes true to oppose them. Now hear Me now of land of eternity, and The paper crane that took a man there. The fisher lad and three times hundred years In ocean king's fine palace. Heracles And of his dozen deeds. That's just the start. But while I've found so many tales, it seems My own has lost itself. Where I've come from Is lost to winds of time. The more I've found, It seems, the more I'm cursed to lose. With each Tale gathered here, my memory of me, What I was before I set out, perhaps Even after that for some time, is pushed Out and is lost, perhaps even forev- Er so. And soon, I fear, that I will be- Come nothing more, and all that remains will Be stories. But do not shed tears for me - Storyteller - for I am sure that this, At start, is what I truly sought to find.