Few pleasures sweeter
Few comforts cozier
Few luxuries greater
Than one’s own chair
By a fire
With a book
And someone you love
Few pleasures sweeter
Few comforts cozier
Few luxuries greater
Than one’s own chair
By a fire
With a book
And someone you love
Smells of ink and paper
Filling up my senses
Stories full of heroes
Fantasies and legends
Sounds of distant battles
Rage upon my eardrums
Heroes’ hellish horrors
Play across the pages
Yet there is a freedom
Hiding in these epics
Simpleness can be found
If you know to look.