Fantasy, the delicacy of royalty
Hundreds of worlds served on silver platters
Dragons’ wings and faerie dances whirl
Spinets of castles, swords and shields
Arranged for your feast – accompanied by
The magical flutter of capes concealing your meal
Caged birds sing of lands far away
“Just where am I?” – don’t question, dear reader
For the silk of this tablecloth will tear
And forever you’ll be blinded to the possibility.
Categories:
spinets, fantasy, magic, mystery,
Form: Free verse