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I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination
The place where I go is a secret land of my own creation
It leads me to a world filled with magic and wonder
To a ballroom where the chatter is as loud as thunder
I dance with a prince; so kind and handsome is he
His gaze never strays, he only has eyes for me
We dance for a while, then stop when he starts to talk,
While I look into his beautiful eyes and try not to gawk
His eyes hold many secrets, something enigmatic
He whispers as tells me of something truly traumatic
He tells me of the coming of a disastrous war cloud
Then he grabs my hand and we slip away from the crowd
We’ve no time to waste, we must run and hide right away
He leads me through the snow and helps me onto a sleigh
He grabs the reigns and the horses push forward, taking us far away
I smell smoke, and look upward to see the sky has turned an ashy gray

This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one, so there are 2 other parts.
Part One is written in Rhyme form, and Part Two is written in Narrative form and Part Three are written in Epic.
My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~.
This poem was written on 7/29/11.

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