LOST IN THE WORLD OF FAN FICTION

Who knows what way she chose to enter the room that day
But tucked up safe and high in a corner she decided to stay.

She attached a silk thread or maybe it was two
And stretched out a leg or maybe it was four to get a better view.

Above her ran a row of soft green stencils swirls and leaves to follow
But not today no not today she might do that tomorrow.

The parchment walls were covered in antique frames
Ancestors long gone and she wondered of their names.

Here and there a painting of roses perhaps created by the woman below
Who sits at her computer and types away I’m here but she doesn’t know.

One wall is a bookcase piled and overflowing lots of hiding in there
A desk and a chair in the corner it’s floral coral cover threadbare

A rug on the floor and laced glass in the door but the woman does not see
For she’s typing away in front of the screen and she doesn’t notice me

A length of silken rope descends to the lamp, the table, the chair
Over the stack of hat boxes and up to the shelf of porcelain ladies hair

She quietly weaves her web claiming the space the woman has made as her own
For the woman is typing away for most of the day and her visitor is unknown

Boldly now the unknown thing attaches the woman in every direction
But she’s typing away for most of the day lost in the world of fan fiction.

When up on the screen in front of the woman he appears while she’s typing away
He’s come to save her from the unseen visitor he’s come to save the day

I have her now I’ve got her now I’ve woven her high and low…oh no, oh no
It could only be him with cupid’s lips and azure eyes it is its Russell Crowe!