What Do You Ween?

They aver fourteen worlds exist, my friend.
Stories untold, unheard they narrate.
And I look at them with wonder;
To nothing much I relate.
Life never ends I hear;
And that there is fate.
I’ve though no fear,
spite or hate.
Come here.
now ween
these lives end?
Are we in dreams
or to some time spend?
I shall plausibly deem
that it is a place of mend
where exists a gigantic scheme;
It is time we read true tales penned,
and learn the ways to get out of the stream.

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