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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A lovely oaken doorway in an old creaky shop; I stepped through one day and saw a bunny hop. A sleeping faun lay upon a rock, in hours, predawn he wore a red frock. By his side lay golden panpipes; the daisies had lulled him to sleep. his hair was red and yellow striped and to his side, I did creep. Should I awake the little lad? I wondered as I stared at him; if I did, would he be mad? The result might be rather grim. He had to be about six or seven, a cute young thing, snoozing sweet. Did danger lurk here, was my question, something perhaps, he couldn’t defeat? I opted to awake the lad and tapped him on his furry shoulder. Introducing myself as Shad, I smiled with, ever generous fervor. I told him that I was a friend, my hand he shook quite eagerly. His tiny finger did southwards wend, I followed him quite speedily. He took me to his cavern where I met his whole faun family. They fed me the most scrumptious fare better than at any human’s eatery. I had come, to Kriniocland a place beyond the human realm The fauns told me of things so grand with amazing things, I was overwhelmed. In Kriniocland, the flowers sing and stones undulate when they breathe the trees in greenwoods feed off fairy rings shielding roots within their wreaths. Some golden panpipes, I was given and taken to where I had entered in. When I arrived home it was half-past eleven; I was sad to leave that magical glen.
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