A Traveller's Own Story.

For years she was a traveller,
A gypsy on the road,
Singing songs and telling tales,
Relating every ode.

For years her stories weren't her own,
She spoke of life and dreams,
And places filled with magic things,
Where nothing's as it seems.

But deep inside she felt alone,
Yes, her tales might be gory,
But this wrinkled traveller,
Wanted her own story.