Path To Pageland

Path To Pageland

Far off of The Beaten Path,

Beyond borders no eyes can see,

The most special place hangs in between

What never was, and what can't be.

A spot where no one's truly born,

Where none ever lived, nor died.

Yet, it's full of personalities,

And last night I snuck inside.

In the center of this spectral land,

Stands an impossibly large town hall.

A most singular meeting there was held.

And I observed it through the wall.

For, as all else there, I'd soon realize,

The structure was incorporal,

So but touch it, or look closer, and

There is no wall at all.

The boundless "room" before me

One could only begin to describe

With words you cannot write or speak-

The native language of this tribe.

I can tell you who was present,

Though you never will believe me,

And What fantastic things I overheard,

And came, perchance, to see.

It was a gathering most unique,

Upon which I'd dared to spy.

The most impressive, vastly-varied crowd,

You never could come by.

I recognized each character,

Because, to my extreme elation,

I beheld a meeting which was composed...

Of figments of the imagination.

Front and center, Sherlock Holmes-

With Watson-it goes without saying-

Cried, "I've found the evidence for which

The Count Of Monte Cristo's been praying!"

But they were waiting for a witness

To help determine the poor man's fate.

Despite the graveness of the matter,

The Mad Hatter said Godot was late.

Of course, Hamlet claimed he knew him,

And then went on-quite a bit-

It was clear that he'd misunderstood,

But they let him finish out his skit.

In a corner, Dr. Jekyll sat,

Fighting amongst himself,

His arm atop a cupboard

With an indian on its shelf.

Naturally, Scarlett O'Hara

Insisted on a grand entrance,

And even The Phantom of The Opera

Put in a rare appearance.

Odysseus and Beowulf were talking-

They love swapping their epic tales.

As King Arthur came to join them,

Captain Ahab railed about his whale.

Oedpius Rex had to keep his eyes out

The Artful Dodger'd planned to rob him blind-

That was-if he escaped Robin Hood-

So, he was...in rather a bind.

Sherlock could have solved it, though.

It would have been a piece of cake.

But we'll never know, as naturally,

The case was too mundane for him to take.

Really, in this unreal world,

"All The World's a stage,"

For it exists as things that don't exist-

In a realm of time and space and page.