Fantasy

A short little poem about fantasy in ones own mind.

Fantasy

A soft little melody that is a child’s own
It is their savior, it is their hero
A gentle wave of thought that stretches far into the unknown,
Bringing happiness, sadness, it sits on its little throne.

A story that grows in ones own mind
Written on paper, even, so very divine
Dragons and fairies or flight of mankind
It is fantasy dearest and it is undefined.

Princesses and wizards with their amazing feats
Fair and mysterious, powerful too
They are created so that they cannot be beat
It is fairytale or fantasy, isn’t it so very sweet?

Fantasy world is where a child will escape
Let their mind wander
If shown to others, mankind will gape
Its complete beauty, imagination formed to its very own shape.

With the power to blind
It is ones own little thought
Forever unique, one of a kind
It is fantasy dearest and it is undefined.