I am the Word Weaver, the Weaver of Worlds — At the Unveiling of my Words, New Worlds will Unfurl.

Worlds full of Wonder and Endless Delights — with the Words that I Weave — even Thunderous Nights!

Words are the Threads in the Tapestry of Time — Woven through the Fabric, like Rhythm and Rhyme.

Words — or the Threads, Form the Shroud of Our Existence — that Fabric of Infinity, which Abounds with much Persistence!

You say : “Words are NOT Woven, only the Tale” — Yet, Without the Words the Tale would surely Fail.

The Words and the Worlds are One and the Same — One without the Other, would be an Empty Refrain.

However, Word to the Wise, for these Words that I Weave — Are the Stories that Bind Us in What We Believe.

Once the Words are Woven, they Cannot be Undone — For the Fabric of Infinity, holds Both Words and Worlds as ONE . . .