Where every dream comes true

Mighty mahogany doors seem to be inviting me,

"Behold the world of wonder that stands before thee!"

The magical breeze ruffles my hair,

There's mystery in the wind, love in the air!

This is the land where everything comes true,

I see purple skies dotted with flecks of blue.

The hills painted on earth by the immortals,

And hidden shafts bearing the weight of endless portals.

The hustle and bustle of tiny villages in woodland,

Selling nothing less than fairy dust of the best brand!

Living in honeysuckle cottages are puny little pixies,

Performing antiques of all kinds, are flamboyant gypsies.

Golden apples guarded by fearsome dragons,

Nightmarish demons are summoned in bloodied hexagons.

Gnomes selling draughts of hate and potions of love,

Venomous basilisks sheltered in a hidden alcove.

Bags of spider eyes and minotaur horns,

Books of spells and the blood of unicorns.

Valiant Vikings aboard waterborne vessels,

Gigantic golems protecting enchanted castles.

And as the day slowly creeps away,

Fireflies surround the moonlit pathway,

Dreams greet you in the sleepless night,

Lovers gather around to look at the beautiful sight.

The moon stands alight in the darkness,

Igniting every inch of my soul's happiness.

At that moment I knew,

I needn't ask for anything new.

For the books and pages, poems and stories,

Can make any dream come true!