Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,
Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.
Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,
Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.
Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,
Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.
Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,
Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.
Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,
Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.