Dedication
There once was
a world
full of sprites, elves,dwarves
and dragons
Beings which are now
the stuff of children's dreams and nightmares
In a distant age
they were a living reality
Now they live
in the twilight world
apparitions which
fade when morning light appears
It doesn't seem possible
that these legendary beings
walked on our green planet
Yet, who is to say
that what once was
cannot be again?
Reality changes with
the passage of time
the sun rises and
sets - this we know
What we don't know is the
answer to the riddle
Dreams may come to life
when magic does its work
disregarding the "real" world
It functions for
itself
We provide the dreams
Magic brings them into sharp focus
Let's them live again!
the past has been buried
Yet a part of us knows
that the minions of unreality
know no boundaries of time
Magic breaks down
the barriers between dreams, desire and
ultimately leads to dedication
to the unreal, the unseen, the phantasmagoric
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