A World of Their Own
I once lived in a fanciful place,Faeries and leprechauns called it their home base.
Here in this beautiful land,
The people lived quite grand.
The forest was covered with huge oak trees,
All of which were quite green.
The floor was scattered with sprinkles of flowers,
All kept alive by the faeries great powers.
They danced and were merry,
Never were weary.
I stumbled upon their clearing,
The worst I admit I was fearing.
For stories are told,
Of faeries and leprechauns quite cold.
My fears would soon be expelled,
They took me into where they dwelled.
Acottage covered with flora,
It exuberated a glowing aura.
There was an amazingly laid out feast,
The merriment never seemed to cease.
Above the table there were three crystal chandeliers,
All with three or four tiers.
We feasted and drank,
We danced as the sun sank.
Ands even late into the night,
Everthing just seemed so right.
Time seemed to stand still,
Leaving was not within my will.
But all good things must come to an end,
The I feel will soon mend.
Back to the everyday,
My memories my only reminder of their simple way.
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