Fantasy

Fantasy, the delicacy of royalty Hundreds of worlds served on silver platters Dragons’ wings and faerie dances whirl Spinets of castles, swords and shields Arranged for your feast – accompanied by The magical flutter of capes concealing your meal Caged birds sing of lands far away “Just where am I?” – don’t question, dear reader For the silk of this tablecloth will tear And forever you’ll be blinded to the possibility.