An old wood fence bars the way
to mist filled lands and magic fey,
where mermaids lay on sea washed rocks
to comb their green as sea weed locks.
And ancient castles, Dragon held
with fire and magic both would weld.
My heart has always yearned to find
a way through magic locks that bind.
Still round the corner there may wait
a new road or a secret gate.
Where mortals such as I would see
that wishes just might be the key,
to walk with legends hand in hand
through a stange and distant land.
For the contest "In a land called fantasy"