Magical tower
Splendid in solitude
Rising up out of the blue-and-white checkered plain
Sentinel stone lions
Watch from the gateway with unsleeping eyes.
Plumed soldiers march nearby
Swords flashing in the sun
Magnificent in their martial array.
Farther out on the plain
Unicorns frolic while griffons and wyverns
Cavort overhead.
Across the river
The city's ancient wall
Marches along the edge of an old forest
Few venture to go in
For it is said that these woods are enchanted.
Within the city wall
Up on the hilltop
The royal palace stands, crowned with magnificence
Courtiers richly garbed
In velvet, leather, and burgundy
Chase winsome maidens
Through foliate arches under sapphire domes.
Fantastic fountains
Delightful to the eye
Shoot their spray skyward to shower back down.
Steel-clad sentries
Posted throughout the halls
Patrol the palace with unceasing vigilance.
Within the great square
Illusionists produce dazzling visions
While wandering minstrels and bards strum their instruments
Singing of faraway places
And heroic deeds
All for the great lords and ladies who gather here.
Splendid fanfare rings out through the assembled crowd
Causing all eyes to turn toward the throne room doors:
As the king enters with his royal retinue
Everyone else kneels.

Cinnamon clouds float by
Over this magic land
As afternoon fades and then becomes evening
When the sun's final rays
Give a red glow to the tower's west face.
Later on in the night
A single lantern shines from its topmost window
All else is dark.
It lights the study of a young necromancer
Skilled in all magic intended for good.
All of his spell books
And magical instruments:
Wands, staves, and crystal balls,
Potions and talismans,
Vials and amulets
Are here, arranged all in perfect array
Yet they remain unused;
For he was told he must live in another world
A so-called "real" one
Dull and unmagical.
They call him a dreamer there
Saying he must grow up
And learn to shoulder his Responsibilities;
They don't believe in his
Magic abilities.
But he has vowed by all he holds most precious
That he will find a way
To return to his home
Hopefully not alone
Where he will wage war
Upon the grim giant called Ignorance
Who guards the gateway leading from Reality
Into the higher realms of Possibility
That extend from Tomorrow up toward Infinity.