A place that I can call my own.
Where rivers of fire run wild and free.
Where a journey can become an adventure at any moment in time.
That's what makes me tick.
A place where heroes emerge left and right to save the day.
Where sunsets glow a crisp gold and red.
That's why makes me tick.
A place where trees can move and animals talk.
Where buildings tower a thousand feet high.
That's what makes me tick.
A place where mountains hold precious treasures.
Where flowers are made of gems.
That's what makes me tick.
A place where kings and queens rule the land.
Where Olympus towers above cities and fields.
That's what makes me tick.
A place where giants roam the ground.
Where romance brews without end,
And the air holds a peaceful sound.
That's what's makes me tick
A place where queens poison girls with apples or puts them to sleep.
A place that's different for everyone and where time runs endlessly.
That's what makes me tick.
A place where wizards duel.
Where princesses with hair 60 meters long cry for help, or loose their shoe.
That's what makes me tick.
Where the entire trek lies inside paper and cardboard.
Where black and white is considered magic.
A book... That's what makes me tick.
YOU ARE READING
Printed Magic
PoetryThis poem is about how books take you on adventures far and wide and how they create their own beautiful magic.
