By Aarron Mondello
Nestled in the mind of one
Lies a world of stunning folk
Built within the walls of these blank pages
Made of delicately crafted strokes.
A fantastic red bird on the wing
Crimson plumage growing fair
An ape like creature shining brightly
With gold dust in its hair.
Silver antlers growing tall and proud
From the head of a pygmy man
Purple grasses sway in the breeze
Across these unknown lands.
Vast oceans stretch far to the horizon
Playful mermaids cavort and leap
Over the crystal clear sparkling waters
With their tails of emerald green.
Across the mountains covered in trees
A bustling city lies
With gossamer walkways impossibly stretching
Between towers reaching for the skies.
Great tall trees line the streets
Rustling their brightly coloured leaves
As around and through this artisans city
Blows a citrus scented breeze.
Here a woman beautiful and blue
Sits by a man with quills down his spine
Walking past them five identical children
Keeping a perfect line.
A group of giggling duck billed women
Speak a language all their own
Near a family spotted like forest deer
And seven old men made of stone.
The streets fast empty as the twin suns set
And the silver moon rises bright and clear
For night time here in this world of wonders
Holds many things to fear.
Tiny pale poisonous rodents
Chase insects on the ground
Dodging the feet of hulking man beats
Who hunt the night without a sound.
Giant black wolves stalking hungrily
Noses twitch as they scent their prey
All hidden things in this world gone dark
They see with their eyes so grey.
And far above the mountain tops
A dangerous beauty soars
Hungry and deadly on wings of sable
The night trembles when the dragon roars.
This is just one world of many
Lying hidden through the ages
One of many worlds within words
Captured on these pages.