Fairytale Land

Wizards,

Witches,

Magic Galore.

 

Princesses,

Thieves,

Castle lore.

 

One morning I awoke

In a bed not my own,

Surrounded by

A sea of green.

 

The meadow grass

Was soft beneath

My beating heart

And weary feet.

 

From the edge of the wood

Crept

Winged things

Glowing in the dimness

Of dawn’s light.

 

Circling around me,

In silvers and hues

Of green and purple

And of blue,

 

They danced and sang

At my arrival

And spoke to me as one their own.

 

A throne they formed,

And a crown they placed,

Upon my head.

I would save them, they said.

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Faerie wings,

Goblin kings;

Such a trove of dreams

Exists within the mind.

 

Swords and jewels,

Crowns and fools;

The Fantastic duels

With the real.

 

Imagination mulls over

And creates such a wondrous world:

More desirable than what we have.

 

Why can’t our lives be in a fairytale land?

Reality and Fantasy are both

Only figments of the human imagination.

 

What is real

Does not exist.

The magic is in the mind.

 

The brain designs

Enchanted existence.

Author's Note

This poem is supposed to be on a single page in two columns of text.

Reviews

[disheveledApathy]

Wish this would happen to me. Great write. ;)

[Faye]

Interesting layout. Wish i could rhyme like that. :-)