Desire

I desire dragons, and demons, and dreams,

and white-wondered unicorns of the cloudy teams

that trampled through the sun's path and over all the land,

and mermaids combing out their hair on strands of pearly sand.

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I dance to night-owls calling with the faeries in a ring,

and howl my heartache to the moon, and hush to hear the sirens sing,

and chase the rainbow to its end in search for pots of gold;

for I require magic, and woven tales of old.

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Wonders whirl around me and rise shrieking to the sky,

and kindle fresh the faded Fantasts' fire in my eye -

and will rend the world or mend, laughing, tearing at the seams -

but there will be dragons, and demons – and dreams!