Inspired to forgotten imagination and odd formatting.

Forgotten Imagination

Once I believed in magic.

Once I sung with the fairies,
Once I flew with the dragons,
And could fly, fly away
to a magical place that was all my own.

Once I knew all the tales of old,
And sat with the brave knights,
delicate princess and fearless kings.

Once I believed in magic . . .
Where did it go?

Where did it go?