Eons ago, the children of this land
Looked up at the sky and shielded their eyes
From the blazing glory of the sun.
The sky was blue, sometimes dotted with clouds;
Of course, at times, clouds cast the land in gray
And rain fed the crops.
The children danced in the water,
Jumping into the puddles, rejoicing.
In this land, fairies lived in magical forests,
Their bright, shining wings glowing in the night.
They guided the children home
When they grew lost after playing.
Rarely, bearded, beastly ogres attacked the villages,
Beady eyes targeted on foods and livestock.
The children watched in awe as the knights
In armor, bright as the sun, shining silver,
Kept them safe.
This was the land of the king.
No creatures could take what was his.
No vile things could steal from his people.
The witches were loved for their ability to heal;
Magic was common and adored.
Large trees loomed in the forests, their huge roots
Undulating in and out of the ground
At the coast, the fishermen brough