In between worlds

Fantasy poem, kind of. I guess.

It was in that magical place

Between dusk and dawn

That she found the mirror.

Mirrors in the woods aren't normal.

But still, she was

captivated

Moving towards it.

Bathed in moonlight, ornate

Carvings ring a sparkling looking glass.

Her reflection

seemed the same at first.

But there were slight differences-her hair more windblown,

Her cheeks rosier,

and her eyes less full of sadness.

But those are only the 

differences with her.

Behind her, in this

fantastical

looking-place,

were marvelous things.

Faries, trolls, dragons. Knights

On white horses

And princesses in sparkling tiaras. 

Of course, this

magical looking-glass had to show her

one

true 

dream. Right?

Ashamed, she turns away

from her desires

to see

A fairy, surrounded by her mystical friends

Saying,

Welcome home.