In an old attic stood a mirror
covered in dust from countless years.
And carved into its wooden frame
was the strangest thing…it was my name.
Taking a rag that I found near by,
I wiped the mirror and wondered why.
Why would a mirror that’s not my own
have only my name, and that alone.
The mirror reflected not the room,
but a strange and ancient moonlit tomb.
And carved upon one marble wall
words that held me in their thrall.
“When one who comes and knows the way,
through the dark where time holds sway.
Tis only then the mirror will show
a land and love from long ago.”
It seemed I knew just what to do,
as on the mirror I gently blew.
And wrote one word, yes only one
I wrote the word Aleurun.
The mirror became a stormy sea
And reaching out, I made my plea.
“Where once I was, now once again.
Where once time stopped, let time begin.”
And stepping through that darkling glass,
I stood upon a meadows grass.
While in the distance towers grew,
to touch a sky of cobalt blue.
“My love,” I heard a deep voice say.
"This time I hope you’ll want to stay."
And turning whispered “Aleurun.”
I think our stories just begun.
For the contest "FANTASY FANTASY FANTASY "