- Last Record: 2012-10-30 22:19:18 -0700
- Joined: Oct 14, 2011
I head to my study
to go to my favorite place
A place where butterflies are fairies
and lions are griffins.
The stairs I walk up are oak,
all shiny and polished
I can't wait to get to the place,
that I love
A place where monsterous beasts
turn into handsome princes,
and uncomfortable high heels
are magic glass slippers.
After picking my escape,
from my shelf of books,
I sit in my leather chair
and turn on the lamp.
All ready to go on my favorite trip!
Where the trees can walk
and little boys can fly in the sky
My eyes start to close
like the heavy steel doors of a museum
that's about to shut for the night
but sleep doesn't stop me from going to my favorite place.
A place where evil
strikes out against the innocent
and the young hero takes sword in hand
to strike back!