REALMS OF FANTASY
In the realms of fantasy where all good dreams come true,
Where evil never wins for your shining knight always comes through,
A place where elves wander through the woods at night
And they glow with some ethereal inner light.

For ages they live and never grow or look very old,
Generations of mortal men they can live we are told
And still look child-like in great beauty and grace,
I would love to be an elf with no wrinkles on my face.

To be able to run faster than the wind that blows,
Hardly ever get weary, can manage with a quick doze,
Too much living to do to waste time sleeping,
A vigil over our mortal world ever kindly keeping.,

In a land of fantasy where sweet peace forever dwells
And there is no fear if folks amble through leafy dells,
Or climb lofty mountain crags where huge eagles fly
In circles across a perfect bright summer sky.

Even when night falls and trolls come from their den,
They will not bother elfin folks, at least not since when
The old earth faded and the promised star shone bright
That brought to fantasy land stories of a hidden light.

Come one day when you have time to sit and rest
And I’ll tell you tales of adventures of the very best,
Tales of the elves, dwarves and the gentle fairy folk,
Then how their different languages I once spoke.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 December 2003