Gifts Poem by tora keo

I give you demons, give you trolls,
I give you ancient magic scrolls,
I give you spells that make you king,
For those that like that kind of thing.

I give you colours, red and blue,
Of summer's green, and yellow too,
The hues of autumn, winter, spring,
For those that like that kind of thing.

I give you diamonds, pearls and jades,
I give you light that never fades,
And stars and moons and saturn's ring,
For those that like that kind of thing.

I give you good, I give you bad,
I give you sane, I give you mad,
I give you yang, I give you ying,
For those that like that kind of thing.

I give you song and dance and play,
I give you speeches, words to say,
I give you words that soar and sing,
For those that like that kind of thing.

I give you thoughts, ideas and dreams,
I give you sighs, I give you screams,
I give you angels on the wing,
For those that like that kind of thing.

I give you all these things and more,
From my imaginations store,
From me to you, these things I bring,
For those that like that kind of thing.