What Lies Beyond

I can smell the Eleven breath
Coming from the portal
Beyond the view of mortals
Of humanity it is bereft

A doorway to another world
Where they are so noble
And the trees there are mobile
The shifting colors in a swirl

A place of endless flagons
And a succulent feast
Of a slow roasted beast
Hosted by Gods and dragons

There stands a dire ranger
With a sword in hand
Protector of man
The woods, they reek of danger

From away they look so tame
Whispering swaying trees
Giving voice to the breeze
Do I dare enter this plane?

In my mind there is strife,
To place myself in peril.
What if this a herald
Of the makings of a new life?

I pass under the bridge.
Through a liquid mesh
Like a lover’s caress.
And stand before fantasy’s edge.





Entered in MadameLavender's What Awaits There Comp.