I am the Bard
Weaver of the tales
Setting the mood
Around the fire
I can change your ways
Scare you to the end
Keep you in suspence
Shade the light
I am the Bard
The farmer of lies
Planting the seed of a suspition in your mind
Growing it each time
You listen to me
I travel the times
Never settling
The Bard to you
I am the bard
Bards used to travel widely with their story telling. Some people have the talent to travel the world in their poems, and by tackling different subjects, which you summed up very well. I like your poem very much. Maybe you compossed the poem in your sleep.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57