Some tales tower to the clouds;

Some are simply sweet.

Some have lengths that stretch so far,

None could ever reach.

Some tales are staccato short;

Some breathe mystery.

Some find depth inside the heart;

Some make history.

Some tales speak of shining suns,

Some still of tragedy.

Some speak of adventures:

Of knights, lords, and kings.

Some might tell of stories old;

Some of great victories.

Some explain the world’s unknown,

Some of kindhearted deeds.

Every story ever wound

Through all society,

Inside one hundred different tales

Is found variety.