The Storyteller in the shadows

I grew up in a land of dreams,
Where several worlds tugged at the seams.
I know not who I am or where I am going, 
All I know is that these songs I must sing.
Somehow I remember not much,
But I can still feel their cold touch.
They warn me not to reveal their ruse
But my conscience I cannot refuse.
So hear me well,
Stories that I have to tell.
Not a penny, not a dime,
I’ll make it worth your time.

About the post: Currently, I am in the mood to post poetry with fantasy/horror/supernatural/thriller/mythology/folklore elements. This post sets the theme for the following posts.

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