fantasy - like threads are spun
merging together - creating one
a tapestry so rich in gold
like those that hung in halls of old.
dreams that flitter through your head
woven there with golden thread
gentle as a summer breeze
as varied as the autumn leaves.
faerietales, like threads unwind
and find a home within your mind
entwining you inside it's wheel
now the fantasy is real.

09/30/01

© Tyranny

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