Fantasical Fantasy
Surging fire upon the land,
A dragons breath close at hand.
The gleam of a sword may catch your eye,
Or the sound of a siren, sweet cries.
Elevish sorcery in your midst,
A beautiful illusion caught up in your tryst.
Beyond the darkness beauty lies,
Cascading white rocks hypnotize.
Still around the corner, there may wait,
A new road, or a secret gate.
-Micaiah Price
Copyright © Micaiah Price | Year Posted 2011
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