
Sitting at my big computer
Hoping that things don't get duller
I close my eyes
And cross my hands
And enter my own dreamland
Trees that rise one-hundred feet tall
A thief scaling a castle wall
I'm over here
And around there
Everywhere in my dreamland
There are no lessons and no school
No smacking rods or useless rules
Just me and my
Own little self
Traveling in my dreamland
Dwarves with riches, mountains of gold
And elven forests, decades old
Everything green
A perfect scene
Seen only in my own dreamland
Fighting orcs who’re smelly and mean
Lake's reflecting moon's silver sheen
A grand land
Not touched by man
That makes up my own dreamland
Beaches covered in pearly sand
Waterfalls, impressive and grand
These are some things
You might see
Captured in my dreamland
Dragons soaring in cloudless skies
Gryphons take flight with the sunrise
Wings all aflight
Brown, grey, or white
Flying in my own dreamland
In my dreamland, I can be
A silver-haired elf, having tea
An evil werewolf
Or even have wings
But only in my dreamland
But when someone says a sharp word
I get sucked from my own little world
Away from my thoughts
To reality
Away from my peaceful dreamland.
Thank you! And funny that that should happen. =D Weird. =P
-The ZombieBane and Modernized Elven Dude.
I love your poem. AND u wrote it on my birthday.:)
Make love, Not war
Ariel