In the Corridors of Fantasy(Edit)

Walking through doors
to a strange land,
the corridors ahead
spread out like hands

I went to the left
and found the dark,
creeping around
some foreign part

Retracing my steps
I went back to the light,
thinking which way
to get out of this plight

I found a corridor
lined in gold,
between the pages
and beneath the folds

Black Orchids are flowering
red poppies too,
bluebells in rainbows
and pink cockatoos

Faery’s are dancing
to a dragon track,
and elves are drunk
from drinking jack

Gnomes with cigars
and long white beards,
laughing so hard
the next county can hear

Giants with bats
and balls,and mitts
a baseball game
even I cant miss

I made a bed
under the weeping tree,
and watched in awe
as fireworks set free