Imaginary

The twists and the turns
Of a maze where I yearn
For the sweet, purple fields
And the grey skies they yield.

As the dragons so frolic,
And the wind, melancholic.
Unicorns dash to and fro,
And the goblin hordes grow.

Burst forth a daze of color,
Like 1953, no longer duller.
Clouds that bleed fairies,
An evil villain, nice and airy.

Tentacles and sepulchers,
No longer am I very sure.
Wildfires and ashes abound,
Fantasy burned to the ground.

Fabricated lands echo night.
Disembodied voices, is that right?
Mirror, mirror, just end it all.
Hallucinated lands, the downfall.