Stephen Miller- The Storyteller

I have a story to tell, the story of a story teller,
People in Fableland called him Stephen Miller.
He could mesmerize anyone, and it was his art,
But he fell in love and is now left with a broken heart.

His stories were beyond anyone's imagination,
Every time they were new and full of innovation.
He always left his audiences spell-bounded,
His ability to dramatize was never ever doubted.

His era was the era of love and romance,
And he had this lover amongst his fans,
She was a fairy for him, fairy from his dreams,
He could die for her, for her one little glimpse.

Master Miller was deeply in love with her,
he loved her with all fervor and enamor.
She attended all his shows in her tiny town,
And when he left her for shows she'd frown.

Together they did look a cute cuddly couple,
With her he always kept out of all trouble.
They danced gleefully together at the ball,
People envied them and always gave a gall.

But one day she fell ill and in his arms did she die,
Master Miller broke that day, but the man didn't cry.
The fairy had gone, she pleaded for the show to go on,
Right through the early dusk till the late dawn,

Master Miller did all what she had asked for,
But the power had gone and gone forever.
And that was the story of the story teller,
After which he was only called a lover........