Poetry Dreams In Other Realms Contest

Once upon a magical evening, an enchanted fairy I happened to see, dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace. She shone like the midnight sun— I must confess, she looked rather whimsical, sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore. The door was set in an ivy-cloaked wall, half-hidden beneath where the ancient trees fall, their roots like fingers, gripping the stone, in a forest where time stands alone. Sunlight dripped through the emerald haze, turning mist into gold in that secret place. The fairy looked up with a twinkle-eyed grin, and whispered, “The path to dreams lies within.” She opened the door with a creak and a sigh, and the moss-covered world seemed to breathe and reply. A stairway of cobbles descended below, to realms where forgotten wild wonders grow. Now when I sleep and the twilight swells, I walk once more through other realms— past the wooden door, through the forest seams, guided by whispers and purple dreams.