I dream of a land where magic is known
_____a place where witches and wizards.
Don't have to hide
_____and can cast spells in a blink of their eye.
You go to a school
_____where magic comes first.
They teach you about
_____herbs and charms.
And even how to dispel a wand.

Orpheus's Harp

The Power of Orpheus harp
Made him and his lover never part
The strings of his lyre spun of gold
The notes he played turned ever so cold
Cause of his true love he could never hold
His true love left with its departing soul
To spend eternity in a never ending hole
He then had to take part
In a journey with his harp
Down to the darkness of abyss
To see his love that he missed
His song caught many dark hearts
To experience a world they never took part
Even the darkest queen
With a king so mean
To did experience this magic
But the king quite had it
Giving him back his forgotten love
But with a price
A way to drain his life
He could never turn around
And look down
On his loves face
Or her loving brace
He had finally decide
To look behind
To look at his true loves face
Her body then turned to a cloud of mace
Leaving nothing behind
Or anything to find
He will never again see his love
It is as if she flapped away like a dove
... Now he puts everyone into a deep
Unrest full sleep
Wanting to protect all
From a never ending fall
From a heart broken
A heart hoping
For their true loves embrace.

The red and white flowers glistens with morning dew
Butterflies will be flapping around them soon
The sun glistens with rays of pure gold
But the silence was ever so cold
Sky filled with bountiful clouds
As if it wants to shroud
Paradise from harm
This gives it a elegant charm
Making a perfect day
Like a rose bouquet
But with a rose it still dangerous
Maybe this garden is just a actor
Hiding many dark secrets
Just as binding as a strung tight corsets
Maybe it just wants to protect life
From the pain of a stabbing knife
As if we were born
With a opposing thorn
Sharp but attached to a rose
Life in which it dittos
Making life warm blooded
Only making the garden ever so vivid
The energy wanting to burst through my chest
Wanting to be dressed
In the suns warm hug
Like a addictive drug
Wanting to love
Reaching for the life above
Blooming a lily
Alive but just barely
Starting to glisten
Now the darkness has been lifted
The load and my heart
As if I had begun a new start.

The delicate nature of porcelain
Almost looking being made by little artisans
The ever perpetuating of snow
Not only coming from above me but also below
As if it was serenade me by it beautiful dance
Or as it trying to strike up a romance
The quick movement of the wind make it look almost like lace
I am simply captured by its grace