Twists and Turns

This is the end of a book, not the beginning,
Which means you have read it, now you're reliving
Every laugh and cry, every hurt and taste
Every chapter that pushed you into a conjured haste
Of everything I wrote and designed
Which with perfection was deliberately combined.

This might have gone north or south
Or even out of a storyteller's mouth
And a bird flies along with this message
That you carry in your heart or on a page
In a book written with an invisible pen
Handed only into the palms of true men
Who have had a peek into the worlds of fantasy and magic,
Or have made it up the highest mountains which the peaks are tragic,
Some have swam in the deepest oceans with monsters beyond
And some with misery in an icy pond.
Now I want to hand you a key
To becoming whatever you wish to be
But this is a mission, a quest
And if you accept, take my hand, be my guest
For we will fly as high up to the eagle's nest or the deepest hole,
The wilderness or the North Pole
A place where fire turns into ice
And in your hands I have put the dice.

Come with me, come my friend
For there is no beginning and no end
Where we are about to go
But if you don't want to go, say no
And I'll only be as eyes watching in the day's light
Or as a shadow on a moonless midnight
But before I am found again
There will be twists and turns, there will be pain
And whenever you think you've come to am end
Always remember, it's only just a bend.