"Whispers of Enchantment: A Fantasy's Flight"

In realms of dreams, where magic gleams,

Where mystic lands enchanting seem,

I'll weave a tale of wondrous delight,

A fantasy poem, born of starlight.

Beneath the moon's soft gentle gaze,

Through ancient woods, the path I rise,

Where elves dance in the silver glade,

And unicorns roam, their beauty displayed.

The breeze whispers secrets, untold,

As stories unfold, in verses of old,

The echoes of dragons' fiery breath,

Ignite the sky, defying death.

In castles grand, with towers high,

Sorcerers conjure spells, up to the sky,

Their chants, a symphony rare,

As wizards and witches weave through the air.

Heroes rise with swords of light,

To challenge the darkness, to fight the night,

Their hearts aflame, with valor and might,

They march forth, undeterred by fright.

Enchanted nymphs, in meadows fair,

With golden crowns and emerald hair,

Their song of love, a sweet melody,

As they dance 'round the moonlit sleet.

Among the clouds, on Griffins' wings,

Imagination soars, whereas hope sings,

In lands unknown, where dreams come true,

A tapestry was woven in shades of blue.

But alas, dear reader, the hour draws near,

To bid farewell, as the end is here,

Yet remember this tale, with fondness hold,

In your heart's treasure, let it unfold.

For in the realm of fantasy's embrace,

We find solace, a magical space,

Where worlds collide, and dreams unite,

In this eternal realm of pure delight.