Aspiration in our celebrations the princess crowned Queen
is imagination overcoming us, nostalgia rudely scorning us.
a magical realm this refuge beyond the trolls and tricksters
lay the prophesy of hope Utopia promotes, that myth moat.
Tales of forbidden forest, Kings treasures within wonderland
vows thieves in the woods thievery will gain the upper hand.
It’s the lord not logic the legend in the leprechaun’s laughter
nether wealth or squalor said the cobbler its justice I’m after.
An age of devotion discoveries! emotions, fantasies delighted
lay fanciful tales of enchantment embellishing our excitement.
Still a pattern practice praise of carefree stories that deceives us
a child’s dueling dreams of good and evil seems to intrigue us.