Who remember my Storyteller? ^•^
On the pages of this old tome
Filled with tales of darkest fright,
Characters come forth to roam,
Adding shades of gloom and night.
Guarding it are creatures weird
From dimensions dark and bright worlds.
Seven seals the book have speared
Safe from villains and their woes.
Curiosity is a frightful quirk:
Once the siblings opened wide
The book of tales upon a whim
All characters broke free outside.
Koschei, Yaga, Zmey in the sky,
Imps and vampires bared their teeth;
There the Firebird took off in flight,
A rusalka on golden chains of the oak tree.
(In comments)