A Fantasy... Comments

'You come upon flowing music and twinkling lights The growling storm has seemed to dispersed. Their enjoyable dancing has awoken the night Have others seen this, or are you the first? The wondrous masquerade vanishes into the dark The magical happenings disappear, the air is cold. You now find yourself in a golden lit park You know that not every story is foretold' whoa! Crazy imagery! excellent Poem! I'm looking forward 2 checking out some more of your work! ! ! ! ! ! Signed the count of Manchester & the Lord of Long branch st.sir Michael Manners