In a Land Called Fantasy
The shadows loom above my head
Filling the village, we're full of dread
The mountains behind me shake violently
Yet I see something bright, near the sea
A break in the clouds, sun shines down
Upon Gossamer's Palace- like a flowing gold gown
And though we are far from the palace
I no longer feel a dark malice
The fog that drifts by the sea
Comes closer and closer still to me
I no longer want to stand in the dark
I want to hear the song of the lark, the sun's spark
I take off on foot, to travel the road
Eventually to go to the castle's abode
The path is blocked on the straighter way
But I cannot, no- I will not stay
So I travel on a dirt line in the grass
Tenderly, as if my feet on shattered glass
It takes me farther, and I am lost
It's getting cold, I feel the frost
Everything seems the same to me
And I pray, I pray so fervently
And I travel on, without much change
Waiting for the scene to rearrange
The road seems tedious, withered and long
But despite the setbacks, my hope isn't gone
For still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
that'll bring me safely to the place
I've dreamed of with a smiling face
And to my delight as I round the bend
the selfsame scenery is at an end
i hear the waves, I see the light
And there's the palace shining bright
the magic mist surrounds the sea
And I'm happy in this land called fantasy
Copyright © J. Dover | Year Posted 2011
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