It appears before you, like the wardrobe to Narnia, enchanted lands await
You plunge headfirst after your first step with little knowledge of your fate
Upon landing on a soft bed of grass, looming in front, an iron gate -
The key magically in your pocket, no sight of the courier
Spirit breezes shuffle past as your vision softens, the sharp edges now blurrier -
Did you pack your armor young warrior?
Once the lock is free, lands far and wide spread before you
A lion on the top of his rock, valleys below that meet oceans so blue
A floral wonderland that exists only in fairytales now stands true
The wild lands stretch as far as the eye can see -
Shades of pinks, hues of orange, but nothing surmounts the green
By way of trees, plants, and the forest floor, the sun now kerosene
Life breathed into your utopia, winds sent from Olympus
No paths produce in your line of sight, the unknown feels pernicious
It is only you that can decide if this garden is ruled by the malicious
For a fortnight, you travel -
Across precious streams & rolling hills as you feel your freedom unravel
A bounty removed from your shoulders, from right to left go your tassel
Hunger ceases to exist, no thirst to douse
Sleep evades you, no exhaustion could you rouse
You haven't yet missed the combustion of crowds
At the edge of the forest floor, a cottage now rises
It's gingerbread frame casting a look so timeless -
Will you finally meet its ruler King Midas?
Just as you inch close, the cottage evaporates
Nothing left of it's structure to keepsake as your memory fades -
What departure could mark these stains?
You're flown back to the wardrobe, cast onto the wood floor
The outside world is calling, your bounty present evermore
Your attempt that of Napoleon, but cast away are the handles to the door -
Clutching your pockets, is there anything to convince you of reality?
Will the ears of others bend to understand your fallacy,
Lying awake at night cursed of your morality
One thing remains, a souvenir the ruler could not even take -
For in Elysium, you caught one single glimpse of their shape
Burned in evocation, the only token you'll save
A life of gray passes you by, but when the sun is cast just right -
In a moment of peace, you can almost envision the light
At the front of your mind & buried in your heart, you hold tightly to your past self, Elysium knight