In the Land of Fairies and Magic, a Hero

In the land of fairy tales lives a tiny Pixie with golden orbs, etched in detail with two pointed ears and pointy hat she is untouchable like the Holy Grail In the fairy Kingdom lives the Silvan Elf contented with all his Tolkien lore and every tale brings laughter and flighting, in the Forest of "open doors" In this land of fairy tales, a gaggle of mages use elements without trail ; Little dwarves no bigger then my thumb ducking beneath tall blades of grass reconciliation spells by magic lanterns lit, from gold to yellow, copper, brass Their territory and dominion is the land between the trees, while the muses scribe, on illusionary parchment as translucent as a moon beam, they douse the fires of reality. In the land of fairy tales only magic lives with cheeky sass In the mind of children and the very old alike, lives a splendorous green haven where all fears and loneliness is spoofed away, and all hunger quickly shaven With mushrooms as tall as I, and crunch bit Cashews as big as a drop of dew, no one slumbers without a full tummy and a yamusical song of sweet renew Magical moon whispers and pranksters with a lisper, they even got a raven Flying solo in the sky, in this fantabulous land of imagination Victor, is hero. August 4, 2021 ps: I dedicate this poem to my friend Victor Buhagiar Thank you Victor for always being such a supportive poet & friend.