Secret Land, An Epic Poem Part 1

I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination The place where I go is a secret land of my own creation It leads me to a world filled with magic and wonder To a ballroom where the chatter is as loud as thunder I dance with a prince; so kind and handsome is he His gaze never strays, he only has eyes for me We dance for a while, then stop when he starts to talk, While I look into his beautiful eyes and try not to gawk His eyes hold many secrets, something enigmatic He whispers as tells me of something truly traumatic He tells me of the coming of a disastrous war cloud Then he grabs my hand and we slip away from the crowd We’ve no time to waste, we must run and hide right away He leads me through the snow and helps me onto a sleigh He grabs the reigns and the horses push forward, taking us far away I smell smoke, and look upward to see the sky has turned an ashy gray This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one, so there are 2 other parts. Part One is written in Rhyme form, and Part Two is written in Narrative form and Part Three are written in Epic. My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~. This poem was written on 7/29/11.