Fantasy

In twilight’s hush, where silence sings,

The world dissolves on silver wings.

A whispered wish, a breath, a flame,

And nothing ever stays the same.

Mountains float in skies of jade,

While moonlight weaves through forest shade.

A dragon sleeps beneath the sea,

Guarding truths that used to be.

The clocks are made of stardust rain,

They tick in rhythm, not in pain.

Time bends like bows on harps of glass—

The future waits, the moments pass.

A castle made of cloud and light

Appears each dusk, then fades by night.

Its doors swing wide with every dream,

A portal built from hope and gleam.

Heroes rise with sword or song,

And right the tales that once went wrong.

Their shadows stretch through endless skies,

Reflected in a phoenix’s eyes.

So wander deep beyond the real,

Where wounds may break but still may heal.

Where truth is stranger than the lie—

Where even stars forget to die.

For this is Fantasy, the flame,

The name-less world that still has name.

Where dreams breathe fire, fierce and clever—

And stars remember us forever.