Laria

It's a poem about the perfect world of Laria.

White horses
Bearing me away
To the land
Of Laria.

Laria.
Where no one
Lives in poverty.
Where all people,
Man and woman alike,
Are treated equal.

Laria.
Where there are no bullies.
Where it's always good
To be different.
Where being normal
Might as well
Be a crime.

Laria.
Where trees stay upright
As they should.
They draw on the bark there,
As people here
Should learn to do.

Laria.
Where there is no such word as war.
Where we are all immortal
And ever-young
As the elves.

Laria.
Where no one is lonely.
Where we all
Help
One another.

Laria.
For Laria
My friend and I
Are bound,
On white horses
Of Larian origins.

In Laria,
We will find peace.
Peace,
Which we have sought
Our whole lives.

Wee will find it now,
In Laria.