Faint tendrils of musty sages
Drift from barred and futile
Knowledge waiting in the pages
To teach and pour into a pupil

Come to me oh weary wanderer
I have warm soup for you to drink
It will help you hope and ponder
It is of paper and of ink

Sip by sip and you will see
The mountains shape and hills take form
You have no limits now that you are free
to explore the lost and lorn

Riches wait within this land
Both on the page and afterthought
Knights guard both small and grand
The love the realm the battles fought

Oh you're done here have another
Now be forewarned each bowl's unique
More realms and shores you must uncover
One thing they're not they're never bleak

You may visit anytime you please
Just take a sip and you will be
Immersed within the world you've seen
Just one sip and you are free