Irimara

[Harley]

Guarded by golden gates,
Inlaid with gems bright;
That seem to radiate within,
Shine with their own light;

Holl and Ivy,
Arch the way;
To the beauty,
Behind the gates;

Within the boundaries,
Of these woods;
Lies a race,
Of Magickal air;

At peace within,
Their own world;
For no mortal,
Has been there;

Young, beautiful, doe-eyed girls,
Wood nymphs, frolick through the night;
Return to their earthen homes,
At signs of morning light;

Mermaids, water faeries,
Stream through rivers, white;
Dragons soar overhead,
Protecting each and every life;

Elves wonder,
Through the groves;
Singing the Wild,
To humble abodes;

Life is perfect,
For all those here;
This place I see,
Every night when I dream.

[QuietAstronomer]

Harley, again, welcome to TPS.
Wonderful fantasy piece you created here.
Enjoyed the imagery and description of different species.

Thanks for sharing.


QA

[Jahaliel]

A magical and beautiful place you've created, it made me long to see it. Absolutely gorgeous work.

[Chelle]

very magical. I'm definitely dreamining about such a place. :) You have a way of weaving lovely scenes.

[Toni Remington]

Ooo, this reminded me of Nightwish's song Elvenpath. The rhythm seemed a little jarring, but I like the images and fantasy. Very cool.

[rupertpupkin]

Fascinating poem. Well done on the spotlight