In the Corridors of Fantasy

Walking through doors to a strange land, the corridors ahead spread out like hands I went to the left and found the dark, creeping around some foreign part Retracing my steps I went back to the light, thinking which way to get out of this plight I found a corridor lined in gold, between the pages and beneath the folds Black Orchids are flowering red poppies too, bluebells in rainbows and pink cockatoos Faery’s are dancing to a dragon track, and elves are drunk from drinking jack Gnomes with cigars and long white beards, laughing so hard the next county can hear Giants with bats and balls,and mitts a baseball game even I cant miss I made a bed under the weeping tree, and watched in awe as fireworks set free