The Fight for Freedom

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Distracted, I am just a rover. For I have wandered in a field of fog I cannot see or feel or know Where I am going until the air had cleared And a vast land displayed a great chateau. Large mushroom like trees grow here and there. With palms swishing lightly in the lawn, But in the middle elves stand on guard A beautiful woman is tied to a pole like a pawn. I roll the magic rocks and a nasty sound blared. The elves disappear and I quickly untie the beauty. We run out into the fog and find a rocky patch. She is hungry. The rocks yield berries fruity. Danger lurk above as an eagle soared She magically got a bow and shot down the bird Others appear the fugitives must flee. A unicorn appears. They climb upon the magic horse and spurred. Now I have only one magic rock: what to do? I wish to be back in my home and in laughter We arrive safe and sound. We will be married And you know what: we live happily ever after.