10 things found in an explorers knapsack

A silver pen that only writes the wisest of words.

An enchanted cape that conceals you from you foe.

A magical reed pipe that summons the deadliest of creatures to guard you through the night.

An ancient sceptre which manipulates your enemy into doing your commands.

A wise compass which guides you through to the safest route.

A never-ending supply of water to keep me going through the long journeys.

A handful of sand that when you throw a portal appears teleporting you to where you desire.

A potion of healing to get me up when I am down.

A never-ending book with infinite stories to pass time.

A candle which never goes out to guide you through the night.

                                        You Are

You are the golden rays of sunlight, saying goodbye to the moon for the day.

You are a dim shadow, dreaming to be seen by many.

You are an eye, looking as far as it can see.

You are a chicken, curious enough to see what her babies will look like.

You are a lush bush, sprouting in a well-pruned garden.

You are fire, consuming all in its path, devouring all cities and leaving nothing behind.

You are a bullet, piercing through the wind.

You are a glove, left at the end of a roadside waiting to be owned.

You are a balloon, rising into the doors of heaven.

You are the beginning and the end.

The end of time.

The end of the poem.